Good Friday

He paid a debt

He did not owe...

I owed a debt

I could not pay...

I needed someone

To wash my sins away... to set me free... to give me hope... and a reason to get up in the morning!

My heart is full.  I sit here, surrounded by laptops, tax papers, little boy chatter, and unfinished grocery lists.  Still, I cannot deny this feeling welling up inside my soul.

He is here.

The One who gives me life.   And breath.  And joy.  And beauty.  And hope.  And peace.

Sweet peace.

Isaiah 61

"The Spirit of God, the Master,

is on me because God anointed me.  

He sent me to preach good news to the poor, 

heal the heartbroken, 

Announce freedom to all captives, 

pardon all prisoners.

God sent me to announce the year of his grace— 

a celebration of God's destruction of our enemies— 

and to comfort all who mourn,

To care for the needs of all who mourn in Zion, 

give them bouquets of roses instead of ashes,

Messages of joy instead of news of doom, 

a praising heart instead of a languid spirit...

I will sing for joy in God, 

explode in praise from deep in my soul...

For as the earth bursts with spring wildflowers, 

and as a garden cascades with blossoms,

So the Master, God, brings righteousness into full bloom 

and puts praise on display before the nations."

"So what could I say?

And what could I do?

But offer this heart, oh God

Completely to You!" 

-J Houston

Blessings to everyone on this day we call Good Friday!