He is risen, indeed:
At daybreak on the first day of the week
the women who had come from Galilee with Jesus
took the spices they had prepared
and went to the tomb.
They found the stone rolled away from the tomb;
but when they entered,
they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus.
While they were puzzling over this, behold,
two men in dazzling garments appeared to them.
They were terrified and bowed their faces to the ground.
They said to them,
“Why do you seek the living one among the dead?
He is not here, but he has been raised.
Remember what he said to you while he was still in Galilee,
that the Son of Man must be handed over to sinners
and be crucified, and rise on the third day.”
And they remembered his words.
Then they returned from the tomb
and announced all these things to the eleven
and to all the others.
The women were Mary Magdalene, Joanna, and Mary the mother of James;
the others who accompanied them also told this to the apostles,
but their story seemed like nonsense
and they did not believe them.
But Peter got up and ran to the tomb,
bent down, and saw the burial cloths alone;
then he went home amazed at what had happened. – Luke 24:1-12
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Happy Easter Mark!
Dr B.
only Mark?
camon scrooge……Oh wait that was…..
I was in a customer’s office this past week, a small commercial printer owned and run by a husband and wife. The wife runs the front office, and I’ve become pretty good friends with her over the years, to the point where we often discuss personal matters and, of course, politics. I know they’re struggling, having already laid off about 20% of their employees last fall. I asked her how they were doing, and her response seemed quite fitting to this thread. “We’re praying for our country,” she said.
Have a glorious Easter everyone — and pray for our Republic.
Happy Easter all…..and I pray for our country daily. 🙂 🙂 🙂
Happy Easter morning everyone!
Dr B
now THAT is more like it…… 🙂
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Happy Easter to everyone.
whatever
Sad
Iraqi Catholics celebrate Easter
Sunday, March 31, 2013 7:40:53 AM · by Olog-hai · 2 replies
Associated Press ^ | Mar 31, 2013 6:03 AM EDT | Diaa Hadid
Iraq’s Catholic Christians flocked to churches to celebrate Easter Sunday, praying, singing and rejoicing in the resurrection of Christ behind high blast walls and tight security cordons.
Neo
The Iraqi Christians are rejoicing, you and I are rejoicing, who gives 2 figs about the rest. Maybe we should be sad that we don’t show up to Sunday service sometimes because it’s too much bother while others are willing to worship behind high blast walls. But today, all my sins including laziness have been overcome.
He is risen.
Today is a good day to remember……..
When Men Forsake God, Tyranny Always Follows
An atheistic mentality and a long process of secularization gradually alienated the people from God and His moral laws. This led them away from truth and authentic liberty and facilitated the rise of tyranny.
Godlessness is always the first step to the concentration camp. Tragically, that same process is now at work in America and many other parts of the world. Too many refuse to see it or believe it.
Read more: http://www.americanthinker.com/2013/03/when_men_forsake_god_tyranny_always_follows.html#ixzz2P8xKmpfO
sadder
Police: Son Fatally Shoots Dad During Easter Service, Yells Killing Was ‘Will Of Allah’
Adams said Reshad Riddle then continued into the church, still holding the gun, and yelled that the killing was “the will of Allah. This is the will of God.”
Happy Easter All!
He is Risen! 🙂
The following in a pretty good example of why I don’t attend organized services anymore. That being said – Happy Easter y’all
Highlights from the Rev. Dr. Luis Leon’s sermon:
Opened with a welcome and a joke about people who came to church just so they could tell their parents or people they’re having lunch with later that they did.
What God wants of every one of us is to believe as much as we can at a given moment … it’s all right to have doubts.
We often want things to go back to the way things used to be, before “work got difficult and faith got confused, and life got more confusing,” but when we dwell on the “if only” of life we forget that “God addresses us in the now.”
As Jesus told Mary not to hold on to the past, “You cannot go back.”
“It drives me crazy when the captains of the religious right are always calling us back … for blacks to be back in the back of the bus … for women to be back in the kitchen … for immigrants to be back on their side of the border.”
Cluster
“It drives me crazy when the captains of the religious right are always calling us back … for blacks to be back in the back of the bus … for women to be back in the kitchen … for immigrants to be back on their side of the border.”
sounds like some nonsensical twerp cappy would listen to.
RUN from this wolf in sheeps clothing and go listen to someone who preaches the FULL Gospel. Sin, Hell, REDEMPTION for with out the knowledge and admittance of sin, you will not accept forgiveness which becomes redemption and the avoidance of hell.
HE’S ALIVE
The gates and doors were barred
And all the windows fastened down
I spent the night in sleeplessness
And rose at every sound
Half in hopeless sorrow
And half in fear the day
Would find the soldiers breakin’ through
To drag us all away
And just before the sunrise
I heard something at the wall
The gate began to rattle
And a voice began to call
I hurried to the window
Looked down into the street
Expecting swords and torches
And the sound of soldiers’ feet
But there was no one there but Mary
So I went down to let her in
John stood there beside me
As she told me where she’d been
She said they might have moved Him in the night
And none of us knows where
The stone’s been rolled away
And now His body isn’t there
We both ran toward the garden
Then John ran on ahead
We found the stone and empty tomb
Just the way that Mary said
But the winding sheet they wrapped Him in
Was just an empty shell
And how or where they’d taken Him
Was more than I could tell
Oh something strange had happened there
Just what I did not know
John believed a miracle
But I just turned to go
Circumstance and speculation
Couldn’t lift me very high
‘Cause I’d seen them crucify him
Then I saw him die
Back inside the house again
The guilt and anguish came
Everything I’d promised Him
Just added to my shame
When at last it came to choices
I denied I knew His name
And even if He was alive
It wouldn’t be the same
But suddenly the air was filled
With a strange and sweet perfume
Light that came from everywhere
Drove the shadows from the room
And Jesus stood before me
With his arms held open wide
And I fell down on my knees
And I just clung to Him and cried
Then He raised me to my feet
And as I looked into His eyes
The love was shining out from Him
Like sunlight from the skies
Guilt in my confusion
Dissappeared in sweet release
And every fear I’d ever had
Just melted into peace
He’s alive yes He’s alive
Yes He’s alive and I’m forgiven
Heaven’s gates are open wide
He’s alive yes He’s alive
Oh He’s alive and I’m forgiven
Heaven’s gates are open wide
He’s alive yes He’s alive
Hallelujah He’s alive
He’s alive and I’m forgiven
Heaven’s gates are open wide
He’s alive He’s alive He’s alive
I believe it He’s alive
…don francisco
I was thinking about why some people only go to church twice a year and I think it has to do with the mistaken notion that the parishioners are customers of some sort. They even ‘pay’ somewhat by giving an offering. Others are shoppers looking for a bargain, which church has the most activities, the longest traditions, etc.
BUT parishioners are not the customers, they are the goods for sale. They are what is being sold. They are the product. They certainly are pretty sorry products and not worth a pittance. And yet through the mystery of Grace they are found worthy. The customer is God and the price he paid for the parishioners is the death of his only Son. ‘It is finished’ is business lingo directly from the cross. The final payment has been made on Good Friday and on Easter Sunday the receipt is in hand.
The best the tiny offering of the parishioners can be thought of is the equivalent of paying for retail shelf space. So you don’t go to Christian Churches to be empowered or to show your cleverness like the pharisees, you go to take the oxidation off your mirror so the Light that reflects off you can shine for others and you can have the reflected Light be thrown onto you from others.
You can reflect the Light all by yourself just as you can perhaps navigate with a small flashlight on a dark night. Still, it’s wise to try and find a group of people with flashlights lest yours goes out in an emergency.
Dr. B
customers? nah.
simply sinners saved by grace.
Bless you, Brother Neo!