Tell the people: Look, your King is coming!
A humble child, a lowly place
Ransomer and Redeemer
Look, your king is coming: Hosanna to the Son of David!
A beloved prophet, a servant teacher
Ransoming and Redeeming
Blessed is the one: Tell the people,
Lay out your cloaks!
Lay down your branches!
Heed His coming!
Tell the people: He will be betrayed;
He will be killed. He will rise again.
Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord.
Remember: the crowds that had assembled for the spectacle saw the truth in His innocence and beat their breasts.
Do not look for the living among the dead,
He told us: The Son of Man must be delivered to the sinful men, be crucified, and rise again.
Look, your King has come: purchasing your life with His suffering
Nailed to a tree, mocked, willfully placing himself into our service.
Tell the People.
7/14/2010
I am many things. I am a wife, mother, sister, daughter.
I am a friend, confidante, a cheerleader.
I run this household, an overseer of food, clothing, schedules.
I have known great joy and deep sorrow.
I have walked through peace and chaos.
I go through each day strong or weak, until the night falls and I am too weary to continue.
I am broken.
I am surrounded by brokenness.
You, you all who are so many things.
Husbands and Wives
Mothers and Fathers
Brothers and Sisters
Daughters and Sons.
You - you all are broken
This world, this flawed and human world, it is broken.
We are caught in this place and we are all broken together and we are all driven to our knees.
The weight of all that we are not,
All that we cannot do,
All that we cannot know -
This weight fractures our hearts, rends our minds, and leaves us
Broken.
And into this place a child was born.
And in this world a man was crucified.
He said we should remember, for He knows the weight that drags at our souls.
He charged us to remember His sacrfice, for He, too, was broken.
He left us with this gift and we must honor it, for He is so much more than we can be in this world.
For He did more than we can ever do,
He became whole again.
He chose to come among us,
He allowed this world to break His body,
And then He rose again.
He knew our need, and
He saved us.
I am a friend, confidante, a cheerleader.
I run this household, an overseer of food, clothing, schedules.
I have known great joy and deep sorrow.
I have walked through peace and chaos.
I go through each day strong or weak, until the night falls and I am too weary to continue.
I am broken.
I am surrounded by brokenness.
You, you all who are so many things.
Husbands and Wives
Mothers and Fathers
Brothers and Sisters
Daughters and Sons.
You - you all are broken
This world, this flawed and human world, it is broken.
We are caught in this place and we are all broken together and we are all driven to our knees.
The weight of all that we are not,
All that we cannot do,
All that we cannot know -
This weight fractures our hearts, rends our minds, and leaves us
Broken.
And into this place a child was born.
And in this world a man was crucified.
He said we should remember, for He knows the weight that drags at our souls.
He charged us to remember His sacrfice, for He, too, was broken.
He left us with this gift and we must honor it, for He is so much more than we can be in this world.
For He did more than we can ever do,
He became whole again.
He chose to come among us,
He allowed this world to break His body,
And then He rose again.
He knew our need, and
He saved us.
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