Read this today in Luke 22:
25 Jesus told them, “In this world the kings and great men lord it over their people, yet they are called ‘friends of the people.’ 26 But among you it will be different. Those who are the greatest among you should take the lowest rank, and the leader should be like a servant.
“Friends of the people” really struck me. It’s hard not think of our current political cycle after reading that. I felt like God was saying that today we have too many kings and not enough servants. And while politics is the easy target here, I can’t help but wonder if it’s not the same in the church.
We sang this song yesterday and I just love the words.
Take me past the outer courts
Into the Holy Place
Past the brazen altar
Lord I want to see your face
Pass me by the crowds of people
And the Priests who sing your praise
I hunger and thirst for your righteousness
But it’s only found in one place
Take me into the holy of holies
Take me in by the blood of the lamb
Take me into the holy of holies
Take the coal, touch my lips, here I am
Kutless – Take Me In
Torrents of blood fill our streets
We cry out in pain and sorrow
Our hearts torn and tattered
Yet we continue to worship violence
And elect hate to lead us
Living in fear of our fellow man
Years ago blood flowed down the side of a hill
Shed in love and passion
For the lost and the broken
But we must worship the Prince of
Only then will His blood heal our broken places
And His love will cast out all of our fears
I had only ever seen his handy work from a distance. His signature was unmistakable. The Angel of Death was nothing if not a craftsman. This time was different. Dying before my eyes was a man I loved. I’m not ashamed to say it. Throughout a boy’s life he’ll have many friends, mentors, and bosses, but only one dad.
The scene was familiar, the hospital bed, the beeping monitors, the inescapable smell of antiseptic. The situation was different. This stay wasn’t a mere inconvenience or temporary station. We had come to say goodbye.
In the same way that death unifies the human experience it also acutely exposes our difference. While death’s footsteps echoed in the hall everyone said goodbye in their own way. Many said it with tears and sobs. Others said it with a faint smile remembering a special moment or one of his famous jokes. Others still hung back not saying anything though their eyes spoke for them.
Quiet fell on the room as death made its grand entrance. Dad’s face grew pale and his breaths became shallow. The angel of death carries with it an atmosphere of sorrow. The air in that little room became dark and heavy. Clouds began to form and realization rained down. Death paused for a second to bask in its native habitat.
Before the darkness could dominate the air a note rang out. More notes followed, forming into a beautiful melody. Praise and worship to the Holy One washed over me, the room, death himself and flowed out into the hallway. Heaviness lifted, the clouds fled, and death hastened its step no longer enjoying the moment.
As the singing continued death took dad’s hand. If you weren’t paying close attention you might not notice the shallow breathing stop. The singing died and a quiet somberness filled the room. Its job done, death turned to leave.
As we stared on in silence at dad’s hospital bed it was transformed from a barren wasteland to fertile ground and what began to bloom was absolutely glorious. Bright and radiant dad sat up slowly. His eyes focused on the brilliant angel of life who had quietly entered the back of the room. What it lacked in pageantry the angel of life made up for in power. Hoping down and without a look over his shoulder dad took the angel’s hand.
Hear me Lord
My spirit cries out
It cries out for your light
It cries out for your face Lord
My heart and my mind
Have conspired against my spirit
To deprive it of your presence
To starve it and kill it
My mind blasts its light
But it’s light is really darkness
A murky pool of confusion and fear
My heart chases its own desires
Consuming the delicacies of the world
Not the nutrients my spirit needs
Victorious Lord hear my cry
Pierce my mind and heart
Render them useful to you again
Sensitive to your touch and leading