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There truly is no book like it on Earth.

No surprise there, because it is not from earth!

God saw fit to force his eternal mind into finite words – all of Heaven’s limitless wonder crushed into a Book!

​“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” (John 1:1 KJV)

THAT Word is THE Word that we’re speaking of!

When you open up to this startling fact, the way you approach the Bible changes completely.

You’re no longer ticking a box on a devotional calendar or fulfilling your religious reading quota for the day. You’re exposing your heart and mind to another dimension entirely.

The Bible describes it as “tasting the good word of God and the powers of the age to come” (Hebrews 6:5 NKJV)

Oh, that our spirits would drink ever deeper of His goodness, and feast on the most delicious truths of His Words.

​“I have treasured the words of His mouth More than my necessary food.” (Job 23:12 NKJV)

Day three gets big press, and rightly so.

Three days in the grave then boom! Raised victorious over death, hell and the grave. It’s epic on a scale no one can ignore.

But what about day three’s poor cousin?

The fourth day.

It’s easy to be an Easter Christian but what happens when all the chocolate’s gone?

Monday Christianity is rubber meets the road day. No headlines, no special service. Hot cross buns replaced with hard cross decisions.

It‘s here we decide if our every day will be governed by the events of the third day or not.

A huge rolling fourth day awaits where we get to live what was preached.

And it’s here that the real rewards of relationship with the risen King unfold.

Welcome to the fourth day, friend. How will you live it?

Are you a Monday Christian or just a fun day Christian?

Let‘s live it big!

​​Some people want to return to the shores of Galilee. “If only the carpenter of Nazareth were here, all would be well.”

Others want to camp at the cross, lamenting their state and beating their brow.

A few venture beyond Calvary's tree, but rest in the grave, sad that their Saviour departed. The angels are asking, “Why weepest thou? Why seek ye the living among the dead?”

Still others plant themselves on the hill, looking to the skies. “Oh Lord, when will the Kingdom be restored?” Again the angels dispatched deliver their message, “Why stand ye gazing up into heaven?”

To die and rise with Christ does not:

• live wistful by the sea,
• bleed perpetual on a beam,
• Curl up in the tomb with graveclothes for a pillow,
• Nor, dear disciple, look longing to the heavens, aching for an earthly kingdom now.

Jesus ascended.

He's alive, a minister of the true tabernacle. In session presiding.

You died, were buried, rose and were raised to sit with Him.

Now seated far above the fray, from here commissioned with resurrection power to bring a message of redemption.

News of a Kingdom come and coming, to a world who do not realise just how close the day approaches.

Heralds of the King most high.

Fearless firstfruits of the new Creation!

Selah.

Jesus didn’t come to spruce you up.

To sheen you with a religious veneer.

Spice you,

Blush you,

or tidy your curls.

He came to kill you!

Drown that sucker forever in a watery grave.

​“Therefore we are buried with him by baptism into death” (Romans 6:4 KJV)

It wasn’t enough to make you a ‘better’ person or reform your ways. Your old self was way beyond renovation. Adam saw to that. His and Eve’s rebellion was nuclear, right down to the DNA and deeper.

The solution? An Easter massacre!

​“I am crucified with Christ:” (Galatians 2:20 KJV)

All of gruesome humanity hoisted and hung with Heaven’s Son.

Then buried in the grave.

The greatest true crime mystery of the millennium!

Hallelujah.

Death has never been so sweet.

But the story doesn’t end there. Tune in tomorrow for the thrilling conclusion…

A conversation with a friend (thank you Emily) encouraged me to crawl out of my cave and resurrect my newsletter from its unexpected sabbatical.

I’m a two-finger typist. I can barely navigate the keyboard, and yet I’m a writer by trade. Go figure.

That’s why my sentences are short and my messages brief.

So what’s the thought I’m carrying today, Good Friday, the day we celebrate the worst of crimes?

Simply this…

I’m the killer!

It was my sin that nailed Him there.

My iniquities that skewered his ankles to the board.

My sick mind drove thorns into His skull.

My wasting disease ravaged his bleeding back.

I held the hammer that pounded the nails. Blow after blow until the Son of God hung limply between heaven and earth.

I mocked Him, blasphemed, berated, picked up a rod and speared His heart.

I was guilty.

Not knowing that my savage attack was the very act that freed me from my pain.

He took everything of my sin and last of all swallowed up my guilt.

Innocent and Heaven bound, I stand amazed.

It’s a Good Friday indeed, for He took the worst.

And there’s a sequel on the way, this time even better.

Jesus first, everything else follows.

Selah,

David