Archive for April, 2012

“People are often unreasonable and self-centered.

Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives.

Be kind anyway.

If you are honest, people may cheat you.

Be honest anyway.

If you find happiness, people may be jealous.

Be happy anyway.

The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow.

Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough.

Give your best anyway.

For you see, in the end, it is between you and God.

It was never between you and them anyway.”

―    Mother Teresa



Make time for God. And God will make time for everything else. Loose good for God’s best and you gain. Don’t plan God around your life. Plan your life around God.

He is first and always.

May it be so.


“Would you die for Jesus Christ? Sign right here.”


Sign it. Right here.

The words drive through my chest like a steel stake.

When time closes in. When death lingers before you. When the punch hits. When it hurts. Pain. Extreme pain. Persecution. Loneliness. Fear. Death.


For Jesus.

Would you die for Jesus?

Sign right here, my friend.

Name on paper. Fresh ink. It becomes more than a mere comment, and rather, a firm commitment.

Would you die for Christ?

Think hard about it.

You will live with your decision. Literally.


Think hard.

A pen lies near each of our hands. Only you can sign for you.

Come closer, my friend. Listen! Do you hear it? The grit of rock against rock. Oh, do look! Do you see it? The rays of sunlight in a dark tomb. Oh, feel the breathlessness in your heart! The impossible is before us, and it is possible.

The stone is rolled aside! The entrance stands open!

Disciples stagger, unbelieving. Women crumble, in tears. Roman guards collapse, stunned.

They stood staring at a gapping tomb that day.

We stand before another door today.

Not just one entrance opened that morning. Another did as well. Blood broke the lock. The life of Jesus served as the key to the throne room of God. The door to that room was big. Oak, perhaps. Solid, oak. Massive. Strong. Burly. Enormous. Unmoving. It was big, my friend.

But Jesus…

Jesus is bigger.

That door? It stands open now. Wide open.

Jesus opened the door between a perfect, holy God…and you. Me. Unworthy meets worthy. Imperfection meets perfection. Ugliness meets beauty.

Jesus life opened that door. His blood stains the wood. His scent whiffs in the entrance.

GOD, yes, GOD wants you. And the door is open. The lock turned. The stone pushed aside. An open pathway lies between you and GOD.

GOD.  Abba Father.


Jesus was the key and the door is open.

Do you get this?

The door to the throne room – the very presence of God – stands open. Waiting. Beckoning.


Do come.

Please come, my friend.

Step through the door, under the blood of the Lamb.

The stone is rolled away.

The door is open.


Come, my friend.

Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.


It takes work to break walls down. Hard work. It’s sweat. It’s grit. It’s tears. It’s pain. It’s ugly.

Do we care that much?

To purposely put ourselves out on the limb and risk our lives and time and reputation for another? To go beyond our heart to fight for another’s heart? To care so much that it hurts? Gut wrenching hurt?

That’s grit love.

The kind of crazy love that Jesus has for us.

I want that kind of love.

Oh, I do.

God help me.