In the shadows I’ll sing – {Lent}

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It would have been easy to join in, to get excited at Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem. Everyone would have been participating, shouting out accolades, receiving Jesus as King. What a parade, what joy. Yet within the week we know that it all changed. The crowd worked up again into a frenzy this time though to cry crucify him and not hosannas. Friends, followers turning against Him and fleeing themselves. Hope dissipated, reality seemingly too much to refute.

It’s easy to cast aspersions on that crowd. How fickle, short-sighted of them and how very ignorant and weak. To go from rejoicing and praising Jesus to calling for His crucifixion. How could they turn on Him?

But there lies in this Holy Week a challenge for us, a question. It’s so easy on bright sunny days to rejoice in God, to praise Him, to worship. But what about those dark days? Those dark days when faith wavers when confronted by your reality. Your Saviour is dead on a tree, buried in a tomb. Hope gone. Dreams dead in the tomb with Him. Resurrection seems impossible, a wishful thought. In these times though, we can still worship. We can still proclaim Hosanna in the Highest!

And we can move through the shadows of the week, the darkness of Good Friday to the light and hope of Resurrection Sunday! In those hard days while tears may fall, we will find strength through our Lord to let our song, our praise rise to Jesus, King of Kings.

Though the tears may fall, my song will rise
My song will rise to You
Though my heart may fail, my song will rise
My song will rise to You
While there’s breath in my lungs
I will praise You Lord

In the dead of night, I’ll lift my eyes
I’ll lift my eyes to You
Though the waters rise, I’ll lift my eyes
I’ll lift my eyes to You
While there’s hope in this heart
I will praise You Lord

The joy of the Lord is my strength
The joy of the Lord is my strength
In the darkness I’ll dance
In the shadows I’ll sing
The joy of the Lord is my strength

When I cannot see You with my eyes
Let faith arise to You
When I cannot feel Your hand in mine
Let faith arise to You
God of mercy and love
I will praise You Lord

How You shine with glory, Lord of light
I feel alive with You
Your presence now I come alive
I am alive with You
There is strength when I say
I will praise You Lord

The Fickle Crowd – {Lent}

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It was a triumphant entry into Jerusalem. The city, already abuzz with crowds gathered for the Feast, turned their focus onto Jesus. They celebrated His arrival, they took palm branches and cloaks to cover His path. They cried Hosanna as they praised and cheered Him. What joy, what excitement.

“Hosanna! Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord! Blessed is the King of Israel!” (John 12:13)

Yet a week later, those same voices stop shouting “Hosanna” and begin a different chant “Crucify Him! Crucify Him!” The celebration of Jesus’ arrival into Jerusalem quickly turned into a jeering, mocking crowd. From hosanna to crucify Him, the crowd had turned. How fickle, how forgetful, how easily led astray they were.

“But they shouted all the louder, “Crucify Him!” ” (Mark 15:14)

I am challenged though. Are we the same? Do we on the one hand proclaim “Hosanna” and on the other mutter “crucify Him”? Do we give our all to Jesus on a Sunday, but on Monday morning lapse into our sinful nature? Are we just as fickle as that crowd? We worship Jesus, declare our love for Him, but then refuse to surrender our lives to Him? Refuse to be obedient to His call and to make Him our priority? Times when we stay silent but should speak up, times when our faith is more in our employer than in God our provider, times when our judgment lacks or we fail to show grace?

“We all, like sheep, have gone astray, each of us has turned to our own way; and the LORD has laid on him the iniquity of us all.” (Isaiah 53:6)

 Lord – may our hearts remain steadfast and true to You!



Ride on in Majesty – {Lent}

Palm Sunday

 1. Ride on! ride on in majesty!
Hark! all the tribes hosanna cry;
O Savior meek, pursue Thy road
With palms and scatter’d garments strew’d.

Ride on, ride on in majesty;
(Ride on, ride on, ride on, ride on in majesty, in majesty;)
In lowly pomp, ride on to die.
(In lowly pomp, in lowly pomp, ride on, ride on to die, to die.)

2. Ride on! ride on in majesty!
The angel armies of the sky
Look down with sad and wond’ring eyes
To see the approaching sacrifice.

3. Ride on! ride on in majesty!
The last and fiercest strife is night;
The Father on His sapphire throne
Awaits His own anointed Son.

4. Ride on! ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die;
Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain,
Then take, O God, Thy pow’r and reign

Happy Palm Sunday!

The Journey – {Lent}


I love road trips with my husband. A chance to get away from Town and its busyness. A chance to, with no other interruptions, talk, laugh, remember and dream together. It’s always a great time of connection for us. No distractions of work or chores, or phones or social engagements. Just the two of us.

I recently saw a clip of Bear Grylls sharing his faith with Stephen Fry, and he mentioned how being in the outdoors was for him like a spiritual defrag. Lent for me is a bit like a spiritual defrag. An opportunity within my busy life and without the benefit of a road trip or a climb up a mountain, to have a time where I refocus my heart and soul on Jesus and His tremendous, amazing sacrifice for me. I’ve never had the opportunity to do an actual pilgrimage, but in my heart I have made many. A pilgrimage is a journey of spiritual significance to a place of spiritual importance. The birth place of Jesus, the Garden of Gethsemane. For me the destination is Easter.

For the pilgrim the journey is as significant as the destination. So for me, with my metaphorical pilgrimage, over Lent this journey is important. The journey is about me taking time to appreciate and grasp anew, how amazing it is that Jesus died on the cross for me. It prepares me for Easter – for the celebration of Palm Sunday, the heartbreak of Good Friday and the Victory of Easter Sunday.

Lent renews my faith and always I find that I still discover in greater measure that love that Lord Jesus has for me.