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"Father, Forgive Them"

Posted 04-22-2011 at 11:17 AM by caninemom3

[I]by Max Lucado[/I]

The dialogue that Friday morning was bitter.
From the onlookers, “Come down from the cross if you are the Son of God!”

From the religious leaders, “He saved others but he can’t save himself.”

From the soldiers, “If you are the king of the Jews, save yourself.”

Bitter words. Acidic with sarcasm. Hateful. Irreverent. Wasn’t it enough that he was being crucified? Wasn’t it enough that he was being shamed as a criminal? Were the nails insufficient? Was the crown of thorns too soft? Had the flogging been too short?
For some, apparently so...

Of all the scenes around the cross, this one angers me the most. What kind of people, I ask myself, would mock a dying man? Who would be so base as to pour the salt of scorn upon open wounds? How low and perverted to sneer at one who is laced with pain…

The words thrown that day were meant to wound. And there is nothing more painful than...
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Forgotten

Posted 04-19-2011 at 06:52 AM by caninemom3

This blog may be a bit muddled because I am writing after just finishing my midnight shift but I have some things that are important to me that I want to put in writing so to speak.

I remember when I was a child and Easter would come around. Not only do I remember the wonderful bulging Easter baskets I would get each year, but I remember something else too.

My mother, Susy, always taught me that the true meaning of Easter is about Jesus as is the true meaning of Christmas. It is not that we were a terribly religious family. We never attended church together, didn't read the bible together or even pray together. My mother's teachings were enough to impress upon me the importance of this man named Jesus. When I was a child there were any number of TV movies and specials about Him both at Christmas and at Easter and it disturbs me that there are so few this day and age.

To some people, I guess He is just a myth or perhaps to others didn't even really...
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The Centurian

Posted 04-18-2011 at 08:45 PM by caninemom3

[I][B]by Max Lucado[/B][/I]

The day began as had a hundred others—dreadfully. It was bad enough to be in Judea, but it was hell to spend hot afternoons on a rocky hill supervising the death of pickpockets and rabble-rousers. Half the crowd taunted, half cried. The soldiers griped. The priests bossed. It was a thankless job in a strange land. He was ready for the day to be over before it began.

He was curious at the attention given to the flatfooted peasant. He smiled as he read the sign that would go on the cross. The condemned looked like anything but a king. His face was lumpy and bruised. His back arched slightly and his eyes faced downward. “Some harmless hick,” mused the centurion. “What could he have done?”
Then Jesus raised his head. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t uneasy. His eyes were strangely calm as they stared from behind the bloody mask. He looked at those who knew him—moving deliberately from face to face as if he had a word for each.
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The Sufferings of His Broken Heart

Posted 04-16-2011 at 06:21 AM by caninemom3

[SIZE=2][IMG]http://maxlucado.com//img/spacer.gif[/IMG][/SIZE][B][SIZE=2]The Sufferings of [/SIZE][/B]
[B][SIZE=2]His Broken Heart[/SIZE][/B]

[I][SIZE=2]by Max Lucado[/SIZE][/I]
[SIZE=2]Go with me for a moment to witness what was perhaps the foggiest night in history. The scene is very simple; you’ll recognize it quickly. A grove of twisted olive trees. Ground cluttered with large rocks. A low stone fence. A dark, dark night.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Now, look into the picture. Look closely through the shadowy foliage. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]See that person? See that solitary figure? What’s he doing? Flat on the ground. Face stained with dirt and tears. Fists pounding the hard earth. Eyes wide with a stupor of fear. Hair matted with salty sweat. Is that blood on his forehead?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]That’s Jesus. Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2]Maybe you’ve seen the classic portrait of Christ in the garden. Kneeling...
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How Would YOU Feel ?

Posted 04-11-2011 at 10:35 PM by caninemom3

CLEAN BLOOD

The day is over, you are driving home. You tune in your radio. You hear a
little blurb about a little village in India where some villagers have died
suddenly, strangely, of a flu that has never been seen before. It's not
influenza, but three or four fellows are dead, and it's kind of interesting.
They're sending some doctors over there to investigate it.


You don't think much about it, but on Sunday, coming home from church, you
hear another radio spot. Only they say it's not three villagers, it's 30,000
villagers in the back hills of this particular area of India, and it's on TV
that night. CNN runs a little blurb; people are heading there from the
disease center in Atlanta because this disease strain has never been seen
before.


By Monday morning when you get up, it's the lead story. For it's not just
India; it's Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, and before you...
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