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Hey Reader, Today is Good Friday. This weekend carries a weight that doesn't come around often — and I don't want to rush past it. Lately, I've been reading through Leviticus, and I've found myself loving it more than I expected. Not because it's easy, but because it gives language and structure to what Jesus ultimately fulfilled. Especially in Leviticus 23, where God establishes appointed festivals for His people — sacred rhythms of remembrance. These weren't random celebrations. They were intentional moments, set apart so His people would pause, reflect, and never forget what He had done. As I read, I couldn't help but think: this is exactly what this weekend is. Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday are our appointed times of remembrance. Not because culture says so — but because as believers, we choose to stop and fix our attention on the most significant moment in all of history. Good Friday marks the day Jesus was crucified. The day He willingly laid down His life and shed His blood for the forgiveness of our sins. Resurrection Sunday is the celebration that He did not remain in the grave. He rose, defeating sin and death, and securing new life for us. This is the foundation of everything we believe. When I think about the peace offering in Leviticus , the thank offering described in Leviticus 7:12, I see it differently now. It was never just about the act. It was about the heart. An offering given in response to God's goodness. A moment of gratitude for restored relationship. That's what I want this weekend to be for me. As I prepare to worship tonight with my church, I don't want to simply sing songs. I want my worship to be an offering — a genuine response to what Jesus has done. Because what He did was not small. His blood was shed. For my sin. For my redemption. For yours. And just as God gave His people rhythms of remembrance so they wouldn't forget, we need them too. Not empty traditions or hollow routines — but intentional moments where we pause and let the weight of the cross and the wonder of the empty tomb settle into our hearts again. So this weekend, don't rush past it. Pause. Reflect. Remember. Let your worship be more than routine. Let it be an offering — rising from a heart that is deeply, genuinely grateful for the One who became both the sacrifice and our High Priest. This is our moment to remember.
P.S. As you posture your heart this weekend to reflect on the cross and the resurrection, I want to encourage you to watch the latest teaching on 1 Thessalonians 3. It's a powerful reminder of how we remain rooted and strengthened in our faith, even as we remember what Jesus has done for us. |
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