Written by Sarah Joy Holden The cross of Jesus is life The cross of Jesus is honest The cross of Jesus is true The cross of Jesus is relevant The cross of Jesus is authentic The cross of Jesus is love The cross of Jesus is steadfast The cross of Jesus is grace The cross of Jesus is powerful The cross of Jesus is timeless The cross of Jesus is monumental The cross of Jesus is forgiveness The cross of Jesus is sacrifice The cross of Jesus is personal The cross of Jesus is hope

Dear child, many years ago, I sent my son down from heaven. He walked the earth like you are doing now. My son knew what it was like not to be accepted. He was judged wrongly. He was taunted. Yet, he showed you how to live. He lived a life of compassion and kindness. He loved and accepted everyone regardless of their sex, race, or beliefs. He was your perfect example. He then paid the ultimate sacrifice by being crucified. This is not for anything he had done but to take all

In the crowd - we held our breath - as the nails pierce into his flesh; We heard His mother's anguish, And stood in the darkness of earth. "They arrested him and broke him Then hung him there alone to die." A crown of thorns on his head King of the Jews, the sign read As we watched his body bleed Even now, crowds still mocked. "They arrested him and broke him Then hung him there alone to die." This is the day of Jesus plight Three hours, Earth saw no light The temple curtain

Our house feels like living inside a musical. Not necessarily in the song quality, but definitely in quantity. It’s hard to say "Hello," "You're welcome," or "We're halfway there" without someone breaking into song. And it’s not just music. Our days are packed with lines from films, adverts, and TV shows. “Coffee, coffee, boy, do I need coffee!” “Bacon is good for me!” I’m not sure it’s entirely normal (which is why I try to restrain myself in public), but it’s definitely n

Photo by Hannah Fleming-Hlll on Unsplash People took their palm branches And lined the streets with them. As Jesus entered Jerusalem, He was greeted by vast numbers. Hosanna, to the son of David, Hosanna, to the King of Kings. "Save us who are humble, Lord, please have mercy on us". From triumphant cheers of joy, Their attitudes would soon turn. Praise's turn to shouts of "crucify", For in one week a lot can happen. Hosanna, to the son of David, Hosanna, to the King of Kings

That Good Friday, car sickness and unfamiliar roads faded as my eyes fell upon fields of lambs. An unexpected ache grew within me, a longing to be near the Lamb of God, a feeling I imagine mirrored in the heart of His beloved, John at the foot of the Cross. O' the horror and beauty. This Holy Week, I'm reminded of that persistent pull towards Him. #HolyWeekReflections #LongingForGod #TheLambOfGod #Faith