There You Will See Him!
Can I really meet Jesus? Distant … faint … soft echoes … like the incessant drip of a faucet, barely audible, but maddening in the pre-twilight of sleeplessness. You want to ignore it … and can for a moment or two … but then it returns … relentlessly … nagging at something in your soul … making sleep impossible. And in grief, this incessant dripping is torturous … agonizing … and mocking. No one knew this better than the women. “And after three days … after three days … after three days …” Now what was it that he said? “After three days … … I will rise again?” No way. Just wishful thinking. Just the disconnection with reality deep grief brings. But, “after three days …” That’s what he had said, wasn’t it? Or did I imagine it? I think he said it when he talked about being rejected and slaughtered like a sheep at their hands. But, I didn’t really get that. But he did say something about “after three days,” didn’t he? Slowly, tortuously, the women made their way to the tomb while the men slept. They wouldn’t wake them because sleep had been hard to come by in their shock and grief and shame. But, who would roll back the stone for them? Moving into place was a one person job, but getting it out of the mouth of the tomb was a chore for three strong men. How could a small band of women perform this? Maybe the soldiers would be accommodating? Or maybe someone else would help, like the caretaker of the tombs? Slowly, tortuously, incessantly, they moved toward the tomb. The faint streaks of sunrise filtered through the clouds making a glowing edge on some of the clouds hanging low in the spring sky. Golds, oranges, reds, and browns blazed against the fading indigo of the moonless night sky. They couldn’t help but be struck by the strange parallel as they brought their oil and spices to anoint his body this last time. Some remembered the anointing just a few days before and remembered Jesus’ sweet words, “She has done a beautiful thing.” This would be the last beautiful thing they would do for him. This one, however, was much harder and bitterer, for by now, the body that had blessed others would carry the pungent odor of death and the awful bruises and spatters of the beating, the gouges from the scourging, the place where flesh had been penetrated and ripped by nails, and the rip in his side from the spear. They came to offer him their love one last time as the sun streaked its first rays over the distant horizon. But still, in the background noise of their hearts, the women heard a distant dripping … an incessant soft echo in their souls. Hadn’t he said something … promised something … something impossible, inconceivable, something … they could not quite recall. The next evening, when the Sabbath ended, Mary Magdalene and Salome and Mary the mother of James went out and purchased burial spices to put on Jesus’ body. Very early on Sunday morning, just at sunrise, they came to the tomb. On the way they were discussing who would roll the stone away from the entrance to the tomb. But when they arrived, they looked up and saw that the stone – a very large one – had already been rolled aside. So they entered the tomb, and there on the right sat a young man clothed in a white robe. The women were startled, but the angel said, “Do not be so surprised. You are looking for Jesus, the Nazarene, who was crucified. He isn’t here! He has been raised from the dead! Look, this is where they laid his body. Now go and give this message to his disciples, including Peter: Jesus is going ahead of you to Galilee. You will see him there, just as he told you before he died!” (Mark 16:1-7 NLT) Astonishment, fear, and awe. That’s their reaction. While we know the rest of the story from the other gospels, Mark wants us to linger with them here in this moment of fearful and astonished awe. He wants us to pause for this awesome moment and hear the words of God’s messenger. Don’t be surprised – literally, “Don’t be afraid!”The Crucified One is not here, he has risen.He will meet you in Galilee! Those are the three words we also need to hear in our day. Don’t be afraid!Life is more than you can master. Life is fragile and will be crushed. You can’t hold it or preserve it or protect it. But don’t be afraid. But how? How can we not be afraid? He is not here, the Crucified One is risen.Jesus, who shared with us our every human struggle and bore with us every human strain and endured with us every human suffering, also suffered with us our very human death … at our own hands. He is the crucified one. There is no escaping that. But, look, the tomb is empty. Death couldn’t hold him. Satan couldn’t have him. The tomb couldn’t contain him. His enemies couldn’t crush him. He is risen. He is alive. He is … and was … is to come. Everything, everything, has changed … for us. He has gone ahead of you to Galilee and you will see him, just as he said.He said he would be rejected. He said he would be killed. And he said he would be … resurrected. Yes, he did say those things. Again and again he said those things. And they are true. They have happened, just as he said. So if what he said about those things is true, then the Galilee thing must be true, too. But why Galilee? Why not Jerusalem? Why not Mt. Sinai? Simple. Galilee is home. They will see him at home. He will be with them … at home! And
Today’s Verse – Hebrews 1:3
The Son is the radiance of God’s glory and the exact representation of his being, sustaining all things by his powerful word. After he had provided purification for sins, he sat down at the right hand of the Majesty in heaven. —Hebrews 1:3 Thoughts on Today’s Verse… Jesus was Immanuel, God with us (Matthew 1:23). He was no imitation, no knock off, and no clone; he was God with us, God in human flesh (John 1:1-3, 14-18). To this day, he sustains all creation with his word – so much for “Mother Nature,” it is brother Jesus, who sustains all things by his powerful word. And now, God-with-us has paid for our sins and is not just God-with-us, but he is also God-for-us, and is constantly at the Father’s side to help us. My Prayer… Precious LORD, as you have so many times in the past, please take these humble human words and bring them to the Father as my friend and brother (John 15:15, 21:5; Hebrews 2:10-14). Thank you for your sacrifice for my sins. Thank you for your sustaining presence in our universe. Thank you for your daily intercession for me and my needs, and my brothers and sisters’ needs. Thank you for being God-for-me at the Father’s side. To the glorious, majestic, and holy God, who sent you, our Savior Jesus, be glory, honor, and adoration forever and ever. Amen. All scripture quotations, unless otherwise indicated, are taken from the HOLY BIBLE, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION. © 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan Publishing House.
09 Apr 2026
Rituals are meant to remind us about our faith. They should not be what we focus on for deliverance, revelation, etc. We should fix our eyes on God. May Easter not just be another ritual. May the sacrifice of Jesus redeem us and may His resurrection bring us hope of eternity and the understanding that nothing is too difficult for God. 1 Corinthians 15:3-34.
Did Jesus Wear Glasses?
Do we know the real Jesus? My son was wearing his new eyeglasses Sunday. He sat there beside me, not knowing I surveyed his every move. I looked down upon his face during the Worship Assembly, just as the communion tray passed by. I enjoyed his innocent, slightly freckled complexion and marveled how a recent trip to the barber was already giving way to the ever determined increase of new hair. His cheeks gently moved as his tongue manipulated a loose front tooth from side to side. As I took of the bread that is to believers the body of Christ, the small hands of my son passed the emblem on to his mother and I wondered about the incarnation. Any Bible Dictionary sets forth how God reveals Himself as human in Jesus. He is the embodiment of the Word, becoming flesh. As the God-Man, He mediates God to humans. As the Man-God, He represents humans to God. Manifestation, personification, and representation: Incarnation. A more practical theology fueled my imagination Sunday. I could not quit admiring the shiny gold rims of my son’s spectacles. Nor could I escape boyish questions that led me to a deeper communion experience. Did Jesus wear glasses? Did He have freckles? Did he look under his bed roll the morning after He lost His first tooth for a coin or two? What chores did his small hands perform for his mother? Who cut his hair? Was it auburn, almost red in the sunshine but brown at first glance? Did He have wavy locks, or did it come straight down like the Jesus of Hollywood so he could easily wear it long in the later years of His ministry? Sitting in that pew last Sunday, though the bread of communion passed me by, the Spirit of God did not. A fresh sense of the body of Christ came over me. Jesus really did become flesh and dwell among us. He really was a man, tempted in every way, just as we are, yet was without sin. The wafer in my mouth and the young boy at my side reminded me of the body of Christ and my place in it. His body … given for me. He enjoyed childhood, endured adolescence, and embraced the cross as a real flesh and blood man. He did this for me and for all little kids everywhere. And now I live and give my life, my son and family for Him. We’re His body today. I suppose Jesus never wore eyeglasses. I’m told the Chinese invented them years after He walked the streets of Jerusalem. Bifocals didn’t come along until Ben Franklin suggested the idea in 1770. But seeing my son there beside me last Sunday with his tiny new glasses made me realize somehow that Jesus was both fully man and fully divine. To remember anew how God sees me through the lenses of His love is a priceless gift. I was reminded in communion last Sunday, looking at my son, seeing God’s son. Pray this prayer with me today: Give me more vision to see you Lord. Thank you for Jesus and His servant, saving heart. Make me more like Him and make the church more and more like His body, broken as a gift to the world. About the author: Danny Sims is the preaching minister at the Altamesa Church of Christ in Fort Worth, Texas, and a longtime Heartlight supporter and friend.
Today’s Verse – Romans 5:10
If, when we were God’s enemies, we were reconciled to him through the death of his Son, how much more, having been reconciled, shall we be saved through his life. —Romans 5:10 Thoughts on Today’s Verse… Jesus didn’t just die for our sins; he is alive forever for you and me. In fact, he is at God’s right hand, claiming each of us as his own (1 John 2:1-2), proclaiming us to God as holy and blameless (Colossians 1:21-22), and living to intercede for us (Hebrews 7:25). If God was willing for his Son to die to save us, why would he withhold anything from us now that the Son lives victoriously over death to save us and bring us home to our Father (Romans 8:32). My Prayer… Holy and Righteous Father, I thank you for Jesus, who is at your side and who knows my heart, my struggles, and my world. I thank you for your constant care and protection through all of my difficulties and triumphs. Please make your presence known to me, and in me, more clearly today than ever before as I try to serve you with wholehearted devotion and reflect your love, grace, and mercy to those around me. In the name of Jesus, I pray. Amen. All scripture quotations, unless otherwise indicated, are taken from the HOLY BIBLE, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION. © 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan Publishing House.
08 Apr 2026
May the understanding of Easter cause our eyes to be opened. May we see what the Lord did for mankind and rejoice. May this change in perspective invigorate our walk on this side of eternity. Isaiah 35:1-8.
How Sweet Is Revenge?
Is revenge really so great, or is it just a way to sink deeper? Theresa was a woman scorned. When she went to see her ex-boyfriend a few weeks ago now, she found him with another woman! Nobody likes to be rejected. Nobody likes the feeling of humiliation and injury that comes of the experience. We human beings have feelings and don’t appreciate having them stomped and betrayed. Theresa is no exception. So she had a few choice words for him and stormed out – still seething with anger. It was only about an hour later that she spotted him driving on the street in front of her. So she put her frustration in action to ram his car. Not once but twice. After the second slam into his rear bumper, she had forced the car off the road. Only when the driver got out and started toward her did she realize her mistake. It wasn’t her former boyfriend. It was a confused fellow driving a car similar to his! For her out-of-control assault on an unsuspecting and innocent driver, Ms. Wilson was arrested by state troopers on charges of vehicular assault. She not only learned that several different makes of compact cars from the 1980s look very much alike, but that revenge is seldom as sweet as it looks from a distance. Before we are too harsh with an angry woman bent on revenge, maybe the rest of us need to ask ourselves a few questions: How prone am I to harbor a grudge? How inclined to get even when wronged? How quick to take offense? There is a line near the end of Camelot that stuck in my mind the first time I heard it. As King Arthur surveys the ruin and carnage of war, he looks forlornly over the landscape and laments that revenge is “the most worthless of causes.” Countless wars have been fought to avenge tarnished honor. Friendships have been destroyed, marriages broken apart, and children set against their parents for this most worthless of causes. Simply because it leads to such terrible outcomes, most of the great ethical teachers across the centuries have rebuked the urge to retaliate. Jesus not only taught his followers to let offenses pass – to turn the other cheek – but to forgive our enemies. He said to return good for evil. If you have suffered some slight that is haunting you still and tempting you to get even, you might reflect on Theresa’s experience. Is the pettiness of revenge any less if you ram the right car? Hurt the person you intended to injure? Or does retaliation simply diminish you and reveal your lack of character? Revenge is never about getting even but is always a form of falling below another person. Only forgiveness allows you to rise above. Never pay back evil for evil to anyone. Do things in such a way that everyone can see you are honorable. Do your part to live in peace with everyone, as much as possible. (Romans 12:17-18) About the author: Rubel Shelly preached for decades and served as a professor of medical ethics, Bible, and philosophy at multiple universities. He was a former president of Rochester College and Professor of Philosophy and Religion at Lipscomb University. He was the author of more than 30 books and hundreds of inspirational articles. His commitment to a non-sectarian presentation of the gospel touched countless lives.
He Died for Me!
How are we to respond to such an extravagant gift? This week, more than any other week of the year, the world is tuned to remember the last few days of Jesus’ life. Jesus was falsely accused, illegally tried, brazenly beaten, severely scourged, brazenly spat upon, blatantly taunted, viciously ridiculed, openly humiliated, purposely made a public spectacle, and brutally crucified before a jeering mob. He endured all of this even though he could have prevented it, for you and me! The Son of God submitted to the Father’s will and offered himself as a sacrifice for sins. The early followers of Jesus said it clearly and forcefully: For what I received I passed on to you as of first importance: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures … (1 Corinthians 15:4 TNIV). Christ died for our sins! Let’s make this more personal: Jesus died for your sins. The Son of God died for my sins. How should we feel about such a gift? What should our response be to such a great sacrifice? Buddy was 19 years old when he was taken as a prisoner of war. During the 3 1/2 years of his imprisonment, he and his friends worked as slave labor, ate starvation rations, were tortured in unspeakable ways, endured daily abuse, and faced all sorts of diseases. Almost two-thirds of them died. I can’t imagine surviving such horrors for such a long period of time at such a young age. The cost that Buddy and his friends paid is enormous. As I read through Buddy’s now nearly 70-year-old copy of the New Testament, I realized that what I was touching was precious. This Book and these words sustained him during indescribably awful times. I also read the notes Buddy had written about those who endured these horrors with him – some of whom paid the ultimate price and never returned home to their families and friends. As I held this small Bible in my hands, I was moved in ways I can’t verbalize. As I read the Lord’s Prayer out of that Bible at Buddy’s memorial service, I was barely able to hold myself together. Several days prior to Buddy’s funeral, I visited with his family. Their words were filled with memory and admiration. As they told stories of his life, they made it clear that they wanted the cost paid by Buddy and his band of brothers to be remembered, respected, honored and appreciated. They also wanted everyone to know how proud they were of the way Buddy had celebrated life! They felt that Buddy’s life and sacrifice were not only awe-inspiring, but also life-inspiring! They didn’t want us to be sad, but thankful. They didn’t want us to feel guilty, but grateful. Nothing is comparable to Jesus’ sacrifice and his unparalleled gift of mercy and grace. Yet the sacrifice of Buddy and his band of brothers helps me understand a little better what my response should be to such a great sacrifice. While I am deeply saddened that my sins made such a costly sacrifice necessary, my primary focus is not on the sadness of his death, but his love for us in giving such an extravagant and life-transforming gift. (Romans 5:6-11; Romans 5:6-11; Ephesians 2:1-10; Colossians 1:20-22) God wants us to remember, appreciate, and honor his Son’s sacrifice. Yet rather than wanting us to live sullen lives of guilt and muted passion, the Father calls us to live bold and passionate lives of vibrant celebration. Look at the book of Acts and notice the lives of those who were first touched by Jesus’ death and resurrection: they lived passionate, vibrant lives of appreciation and hope. And when we look in the mirror, who are we to see? Aren’t we are the recipients of God’s extravagant love? How can we not respond with passion and celebration. So as we journey through this week, let’s take time to remember Jesus’ sacrifice with humility, reverence, and deep appreciation. But as we do, let’s also celebrate with confidence and joy, know that we are loved and called to live bold and vibrant lives that bring glory to our Lord who sacrificed so much to make us his own! Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ. For he chose us in him … … to the praise of his glorious grace, which he has freely given us in the One he loves. In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God’s grace that he lavished on us … … in order that we, who were the first to put our hope in Christ, might be for the praise of his glory … … to the praise of his glory (Ephesians 2:3-14) When you remember that Jesus died for you – how do you feel? Is it easier for you to feel … … guilty? … sad? … joyous? … victorious? Why? Should we feel each of these different emotions when we remember Jesus’ death for us? Do you think it is significant that the early church celebrated the Lord’s Supper together on the first day of the week, the day of Jesus’ resurrection, and not the day of his trial, persecution, and crucifixion (Acts 20:7)? Jesus told his followers to take the Lord’s Supper “in remembrance of me.” The apostle Paul also adds, “For whenever you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death until he comes” (1 Corinthians 11:24-26). How does this emphasis on anticipating the return of Jesus as we remember His death change the way we view the Lord’s Supper and the death of Jesus? If our “life-song” is to bring God glory (Ephesians 1:6, 12, 14), then how do we move from sadness to joyously living for the “praise of God’s glorious grace” (Ephesians 2:10) ? About the
07 Apr 2026
May we have many reasons to tell the next generation about the greatness of Jehovah. May the Lord find us worthy enough to be a recipient and carrier of His glory. May there be evidence of Him in our lives. Psalm 145:3-7
When I Can’t, He Can!
What can’t you do? For the past year I have worked with a program that was specifically developed to help teenagers in danger of dropping out of school. To say the job is challenging would be an understatement. I was raised in a home with two parents who loved me and made sure I went to church every Sunday. I grew up thinking that the rest of the world had the same sort of home I did. I couldn’t have been more wrong. The problems my students deal with on a daily basis would make any soap opera on television seem tame. Because I want to protect their privacy, I’m not going to use real names in this story; but I want you to meet a few my students. My life has been enriched by knowing them, and after you read this, I think you will see why. Brenda is a very quiet girl who is fairly new to my program. Her mother died about a year ago, her father is remarried to a woman she doesn’t like and there are no other real family members who live in our area. Brenda is eighteen and lives in the house her mother left her, with only her pet cat for company. She can’t afford to pay her heating bill, so she’s moved a kerosene heater into one room and keeps the door shut to stay warm. She’s trying to work, go to school, and pay her bills. She’s struggling just to survive. She is extremely intelligent, but she is frequently absent from school. She is definitely college material, but will she make it there? I don’t know; she has a mountain of problems to climb. Another girl, Sybil, came to me this week and confessed she was addicted to drugs and wanted help. I spent the day dealing with social services, school personnel and her family. It wasn’t easy to get everyone to cooperate to get her into treatment. Even though she asked for help, the grandparents – who are raising her because the mother gave her up when she was just a baby – didn’t believe anything she told them. In a way, I can see why: Sybil’s lied to them many times. But, she wasn’t lying about this. I’d suspected for awhile that she was using and I wasn’t the only one. Like Brenda, Sybil has a mountain to climb, but hers is Mount Everest. Sybil’s mother has done crank for so long she only has six teeth left. Beside all the problems that come with crank, her mom is schizophrenic. One of Sybil’s greatest fears is that she’ll end up like her mother. Recently, her mother spent time in jail for beating up a man. Sybil was so distressed the whole time her mother was incarcerated that she acted out those frustrations at school. She was in and out of detention for weeks. Then when her mother was finally released, Sybil was thrilled … until her mother told her to find something else to do as she wanted to spend time with her boyfriend. The day Sybil asked me to help her get into rehab, I sat with her at Lifeskills until 6 p.m. When I left her, I kissed her goodbye, hugged her, and tried to keep back my tears. As I write this, she is in a hospital being evaluated. She’ll be there at least 72 hours. After that, it’s possible she’ll be released and go back to her grandparents’ house. Will she be strong enough to say “No!” the next time someone offers her drugs? She’s only sixteen, too young to be climbing Mt. Everest alone. I left Sybil and went to hear one of my students speak to a youth group at a local church. From the first time I met Todd, I knew he was different. It wasn’t until I heard his life story that I knew why. The room where Todd spoke was packed with teenagers. Todd held us spell bound for over an hour. He began by telling us about his childhood. His parents were alcoholics who verbally and physically abused each other on a regular basis. He told us how he became addicted to drugs and eventually joined a gang. He spent years stealing to feed his drug habit and then became a dealer. He eventually broke enough laws that he was wanted by the police; so he fled. For over a year and a half, Todd was on the run. By the time he was 17, he found himself in Michigan, far from the small Kentucky town where he’d grown up. He drifted around with unseemly characters and ended up in a Satanic church. He went to a party, got high and stoned, was beaten, robbed, and almost killed. Driven beyond despair and filled with self hate, Todd put a gun to his head. Before he could pull the trigger, he heard a voice whisper, “Todd, go to church. Go to church.” Todd called the one person he knew who attended church, a distant cousin. Todd not only attended a service, he became a member there. Now he carries a Bible with him wherever he goes – including my classroom – and he counsels troubled teens. He ministers to prisoners at the local jail and speaks to youth groups. After he finished telling his story, he was surrounded by teenagers. I managed to push my way to him, hug him, and then I left. I walked to my car with a lump in my throat and tears on my cheeks. All the way home, my thoughts swirled around in my brain like dark gray storm clouds. So many times I look at the teenagers in my class and think, “No way, they’ll never make it.” But I should be looking at them and thinking, “I can’t change their lives, but God can!” I felt as if Jesus were looking right at me, down into my soul, and saying