for anyone who has ever asked,"Where is God my Maker, who gives songs in the night?"

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Good Friday: Better Than We Ever Imagined

They had hoped for a Messiah. Someone who would rescue them from the reach of Rome. Someone who like Moses would deliver the entire people from their enemies. On Sunday, he had ridden into the city as a king might, while crowds ran to him, crying out loud Hosannas. They believed in him, thought that he might be the fulfillment of their hopes, the son of David, the fulfillment of all prophecy. But now he was dead. So many voices cry out to tell this story. The woman who poured

Tears in the Void

I’m often surprised by the things that stand out when I’m reading the Bible. This time it was God’s message to Hagar – the second time he had spoken to her. The message was this: “Fear not, for God has heard the voice of the boy where he is” (Genesis 21:17). As far as Genesis tells us, neither Hagar nor Ishmael was crying out to God. They were simply crying. The situation seemed so desperate that Hagar even walked away from her son so she wouldn’t have to watch him suffer. Bu

“Sir,” they said, “we would like to see Jesus.” John 12:21

The other day I was sitting on a bench outside of an empty restaurant waiting to have lunch with friends. I was reading as I waited. The passage that day was the beginning of the book of Job, which I have made it a practice to read when I am wrestling with hardships in my own life. This time I was somewhat detached in my reading this time. Job had a good life. Then, due to a test from a fallen angel with the approval of the Most High God, everything began to fall apart. His l