Holy Week Devotion | Warren Grimm
We are surrounded by so much uncertainty, fear, anxiety. Turn on the tv – it’s there. Pick up your phone – it’s there. Over the past few weeks, there have been a couple of times where I felt these emotions more fully. Particularly, one Tuesday morning – I got overwhelmed, I lost my focus, I gazed at the problems, not the Savior – I was bogged down by all the surrounding uncertainty, fear, anxiety. At one point, Jess walked into the room and snapped a photo of my head on the bed with my hands covering my head. Maybe she thought I was in a posture of prayer – it was far from that. I was in a posture of uncertainty and anxiety! However, by God’s grace, I have found great comfort, hope, peace, assurance in reading and hearing God’s word.
My Bible reading plan currently has me in Deuteronomy and Psalms – both have pointed me to the power of the Resurrection of Christ. Here are a few excerpts I pray point you to the beauty of Christ’s resurrection and the life, hope, assurance it brings:
Psalm 93:1 reminds us to seek and find our strength, our assurance, our confidence in nothing other than God Almighty.
“The Lord reigns, He is robed in majesty; the Lord is robed in majesty and armed with strength.”
Deuteronomy 9:6 reminds us that our salvation, our life in Him, our access to The Promised Land is due to nothing but His grace and mercy. It is not because of our righteousness, our good works, our personal histories that the Lord our God is giving us The Promised Land – it is due to nothing but the blood of Jesus and the power of His resurrection.
“…it is not because of your righteousness that the Lord your God is giving you this great land…”
A minister at Second Presbyterian Church, Tim Russell, died from Covid-19 complications last week. The times Eden and Adeline, our older two daughters, remember his ministering to them came not from when he was in the pulpit preaching but from when he was sitting out in the congregation across the large sanctuary from us. We couldn’t see him, but we could definitely hear him – at various points during worship he would cry out loud, “that’s the Jesus I know!”
As Jess and I sat our girls down to tell them of the sad yet glorious news of his passing, we could not help but imagine Pastor Tim walking into The Promised Land with all the saints and angels singing and rejoicing. Though we could not see him, we could not help but imagine Tim walking into the loving, lasting embrace of our risen King Jesus, exclaiming with that same trumpet voice, “this is the Jesus I know!”
Tim is Home – he has entered into The Promised Land, a land that we do not deserve, a land that we cannot earn, but a land that God Almighty has prepared for you and me, His children, through Jesus’life, death, and resurrection. That’s the power of Christ’s resurrection. And, that’s the Jesus I know – the One awaiting our Homecoming – the One waiting with His loving, lasting embrace, exclaiming to Tim and, one day to you and me, “You are Mine! Welcome Home.”
God Almighty, help each of us to “turn our eyes upon Jesus, look full in His wonderful face, [so] the things of this world will grow strangely dim, in the light of His glory and grace.” In the mighty name of Jesus, Amen.
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