Have you ever loved someone so much you would risk injury to protect them? Would you go as far as giving up your life to save another?
Even before they were born I knew I would do this for my children. Now, the same holds true for my grandchildren.
But, would I freely give my life for anyone other than immediate family? Probably not.
Yet, this is just the kind of amazing love Jesus had for you and for me. He wasn’t forced but freely gave his life. I know this because of his words in the Bible found in chapter ten of the book of John.
Jesus knew he would be facing excruciating pain. He was beaten, mocked and tortured. Why would he put himself through this? It was to become the sacrifice for our sins.
I used to think that since I was basically a good person, I couldn’t be a sinner. How wrong I was. I hadn’t considered the little white lies, judgments of others or a myriad of other so called small things. Since it is not possible for me to live a ‘perfect’ life, I am guilty of sin and deserve to be punished.
The simple reason Jesus suffered and died is because he loves you and wants you to spend eternity in Heaven with Him. In response to this sacrifice, don’t think of Good Friday as just another day but consider how you will respond to His amazing love.
He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon Him, and by His wounds we are healed. (Isaiah 53:5 NIV)
Christ suffered for our sins once for all time. He never sinned, but he died for sinners to bring you safely home to God. He suffered physical death, but he was raised to life in the Spirit. (1 Peter 3:18 NLT)











The email said, “I’m sending you a picture of one of the lambs born on our farm this spring.” A friend from childhood sent this to me. She then said that they had named the lamb Tandy.
My friend’s baby is learning to walk. She started by pulling herself up on a piece of furniture and moving down the length of it. Having the furniture for support helped her gain confidence.
When I registered for a writer’s conference I also requested someone to share the hotel room with me.
Eavesdropping was not my intention. The conversation was taking place between two men standing directly behind me, so I couldn’t help overhearing at least part of it.
What is that, I wondered? Is it some type of cactus? Or, maybe it’s a tree. In silent awe, I watched as a few of these large plants, scattered through the desert landscape, became an unusual forest of vegetation.
Last week we had to drive through blowing snow. The line of cars was travelling at a reduced speed due to poor visibility.
A dull grey sky and a cool breeze greeted me when I looked outside. The weather forecast for the next few days didn’t appear any more promising.
I was able to pick oranges and grapefruit from neighbouring trees and enjoy the fresh, juicy taste.
I am fascinated to watch Olympic Figure Skaters. They are graceful and make difficult moves look effortless. The speed with which they are on their feet again after a fall never ceases to amaze me.
We planned to stop for gas in a more populated area. However, when the gas light came on, we knew this wasn’t going to be an option and took the exit for the next small town.