Deliver Us (revisit) - Jesse Jorgensen

Have you ever had a morning where you walk outside, and you hear the birds chirping, and you want to yell at them to stop because there is nothing good about that morning?

Let your word be the cure, for my wounded heart

As we enter holy week, I think about how the disciples must have felt on Saturday morning. The rest of the world wakes up, and goes about their day. The birds do not know that they shouldn't be chirping.

let your voice speak your life into these bones

The permanence of death. About to be completely shaken.

But today... today... they don't know that.

May your light be my guide, let my ears hear your voice, may my heart be so full of your life

How many people in your world don't know? Don't have that hope? Don't have that light as their guide?

This year has been hard. I've lost more former students in one year than I think in many previous. In super fluky ways - slipping off a cliff, shot in the line of duty, at a routine traffic stop. And it sometimes makes me wonder. Did I show them Jesus? Did I offer them hope? In a space where I often feel like my hands are tied up, did I show them that there was more than just Saturday? That Sunday is coming?

Lord, deliver us for your love is such that it always will endure, Lord reign in us for your peace is what calms the darkest storm

In the midst of death I don't understand, in the midst of pain unimaginable around me... God's peace is what calms the storm. Sunday is coming... and I know it. How can I share that with others? What is the avenue?

This weekend we had an international speaker at church. She lives in what is called a "creative access" country - that means that if she were discovered to be Christian and actively working to share that message she could get kicked out. The parallel of that to teaching in a public school is interesting. I am intrigued by how she shares her message. The stories she uses to tell of God's love. How can I do the same to show that there is hope?

Our hope is not in the will of man, nor the strength of his hand, but only in You...

So whether you find yourself feeling Saturday feelings today, or Sunday feelings... whether you are in the midst of a storm or a lull, may you find hope in the strength of Jesus. The one who rewrote death.


Let your word be the cure
for my wounded heart
let your voice speak your life into these bones
May your light be my guide
Let my ears hear your voice
May my heart be so full of your life

Lord, deliver us for your live is such that it always will endure
Lord, reign in us for your peace is what calms the darkest storm

Lord you calm the storm Lord you calm the storm...
Lord we're Waiting for you, we're waiting for you, deliver us
Lord we're waiting for you, we're calling to you, deliver us

Our hope is not in the will of man
Nor the strength of His hand but only in You