For months I had been looking for a patio table. Finally, one popped up for sale. It wasn’t exactly what I wanted… but close enough. I got it home, unloaded from the truck, and I walked away.    I heard the glass top of the table shatter from inside the house. There was no wondering if it was ok — I could tell it was ruined just by the noise.    As I set about to clean the glass up I admitted to myself, the table wasn’t the only thing that felt shattered in my life right ... VIEW POST

I was reading about Jesus burial this morning and it hit me like it hasn’t hit me before.    There were threads from someone’s life woven into that story. Threads that had happened well before the day of Jesus’ death. Threads that wove together to create the story of His burial.    It’s just three verses —    When it was evening, there came a rich man from Arimathea, named Joseph, who also was a disciple of Jesus.  He went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus. ... VIEW POST