Thanks for all the emails (one) and all the comments (one) and the numerous personal encounters (one) asking why I haven’t been blogging. There are a bunch of reasons but none that are terribly interesting.

It would seem wrong of me to let Good Friday pass without saying something. We just finished watching ‘Jesus of Nazareth’ and my head is killing me from all the crying. There was a lot of crying around these parts tonight. Good crying. Good sorrowful crying.

We weren’t crying because it was such a great movie. I actually think that it was a pretty lousy movie. But it just called to mind the wonder of what Christ has done for us. I saw ‘The Passion of the Christ’ a few years ago before I became a Christian and was moved very little. I saw it as some sort of gross-out flick and wasn’t really stirred in any way by the truth of the story. But since God has changed my heart I can see even a rather poor depiction of the Gospel and be completely crushed under the weight of its message.

I woke up before everyone else this morning and went into the living room with my Bible. I thought that since it was Good Friday I should read one of the most incredible depictions of the Gospel found in Scripture: Isaiah 52:13 through Isaiah 53:12. It amazes me every time I read it. So I read it over and over thanking God for saving me and for showing me his incredible mercy. If you have a Bible you should go read this passage. If you don’t, here’s a link to Isaiah 52 and here’s a link to Isaiah 53. Read this passage and keep in mind that it was written seven hundred years before the birth of Christ.

I’ve never understood why movies have always depicted Jesus as being some uber attractive man. They say he looked like this or like this but (truth be known) if we believe Isaiah’s description, he probably looked a lot more like this, with a beard and moustache of course. That’s not a joke. He was not a good looking man.

The apostle Paul says in Romans 1 that the message of the cross is the power of God unto salvation. It’s so amazing to me that the most desperately wicked event in all of human history was at the same time the most glorious act of mercy. I am eternally grateful.

After the movie we were telling Riley about how Jesus has gone to prepare a place for us and how were waiting for the marriage supper of the Lamb. He was very excited. He asked what we would be having for dessert.