"God is pursuing with omnipotent passion a worldwide purpose of gathering joyful worshipers for Himself from every tribe and tongue and people and nation…Therefore let us bring our affections into line with His, and, for the sake of His name, let us renounce the quest for worldly comforts and join His global purpose."
    -- John Piper

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    What good is it, my brothers, if a man claims to have faith but has no deeds? Can such faith save him? Suppose a brother or sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to him, "Go, I wish you well; keep warm and well fed," but does nothing about his physical needs, what good is it?

    In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead.

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Do you hear the shouts?  Listen closely to the shouts of rage and hatred by a crowd whose unified voice mirrors your own!  Are you leading the chorus or merely following?  Do you feel the adrenaline coursing through you?  

Do you hear His cries?  Do you hear your name as He prays for you while He walks this road by himself?  Can you deny that you heard Him say your name?  Is it the crowd that drowns out his anguish?  Is it the roar of the crowd that covers His sorrow?  Or, is it your own sin?  Why are you here?  Are you excited now, or terrified? 

Why are you here?  Do you know why you here?  LOOK AT ME AND ANSWER THE QUESTION!  Do you know WHY YOU ARE HERE?  Do you know why He is here?  SHOULD IT BE YOU?  Why do you keep following Him along this dusty road?   Look at your feet.  Go ahead, look at them!  LOOK!  Your dusty feet are walking in His very footsteps.  Your sandals are covered in His blood.  Can you hear your heart beating?  Can you feel your heart beginning to pound deep in your chest?  You don’t know why, do you? 

Do you hear the clang as the hammer first hits the spike?  Do you hear the crunch as it pierces His skin and shatters bone?  Do you hear Him scream as the nail is driven deep into the wood? Watch as they stretch him before the second spike is driven through his arm.  Do you hear it when His shoulder separates?  Did you notice that He no longer cries out in pain?  Do you wonder why?  Look at your tunic.  Touch your face.  His blood is on you….splatter from the spike driven firmly into the timber.  Are you nauseous, yet? 

Do you see the timber?  Can you even look at the course, uneven, violent timber that tears at the wounds on his back?  Do you see the splinters and shards like small spears running the full length of the rough sawn wood?  Wood soaked with blood and sweat and spit.  Is that your spit?  Do you see the broken pieces of wood embedded in His flesh?  Can you watch as drop after drop of blood trickles down each splinter and falls to the ground?   How can you still be here?  Why don’t you look away?   Are you ready to vomit?   As your own sweat mixes with His blood what are you thinking?

As the cross drops violently into the hole where it now stands, do you hear bone break and flesh rip as the weight of his broken body pulls against his arms and feet?  As He struggles for life, pushing up with His legs for each ragged breath, do you see the timber open each wound on his back?  Can you see each splinter dig further into his flesh? 

Do you see the hole in the ground?  Can you even look at the hole in the ground where the timber stands?  Take a look!  You’ve come this far, so take a long look.  Study it!  As the blood trickles down the wood, do you see how begins to pool in the hole.  Look how it mixes with the dust, and forms a paste that ties the cross to the Earth.   Don’t hang your head now!  This is about you, not Him.

Don’t look at me like that!  You knew!  You knew back when you heard him pray for you BY NAME!  This is about you.  This is about your sin.

 “I Thirst” 

Take the sponge!  I said take it!   Now bring it to him.  Look at yourself.  Your own sweat mixed with His blood; covered in your own vomit.  How can you even approach him?    He’s thirsty.  Send it up to Him.  What are you waiting for? 

Did you see him look at you?  What did you see in His eyes?  Did you see condemnation or do you see……..

 “Father, into your hands I commit my Spirit” 

Will you ever know what you saw in His eyes?  Or, is it too late?  Will you ever understand exactly what He did for you here?  Can you ever comprehend the price that was paid for you on that cross? 


How long are you going to sit here in the dark?  It’s been days!    It’s over!  What are you waiting for?

My friend, pick up your head.  Your sin is gone!  The blood that covers you – His blood—took your sin and washed it away.  Trust me.  Trust me.   Forget me……Trust HIM!  You are forgiven.

Come on!  We need to get somewhere else!  Hurry!    Hurry, you’ve got to run!

There!  See the tomb?  Watch.  Watch carefully!

There! There it is!  Look at the light coming from around the stone.  Do you see it?  Now watch.

Look, did you see the stone move?  Can you see him in the tomb?  Look closer!  Go on up there if you have to.  Look!

What? What did you see?    


Oh, I know He’s not there!  But you had to see it for yourself. 

So, what exactly did you see in His eyes back on the cross? 

That’s right.  I think you understand now.

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