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This Week's Article

Palm leaf for Palm Sunday with Scripture Rejoice ShoutqOxymorons. Some of them are very interesting. One of my favorites is jumbo shrimp. As we begin this Holy Week, we have many more, beginning this Palm Sunday with Servant King. A king ... sovereign, preeminent, reigning. A servant ... employed, domestic, service, duties. A seemingly powerful calling as king. A seemingly powerless calling as servant. An oxymoron? Possibly, but Christ comes as both. Viewed as a bread king by most of those who heard about or experienced the feeding of the 5,000 (John 6) and now hailed as the King of Israel by the crowds who witnessed His riding into Jerusalem on a young donkey (John 12), Jesus does indeed come as king, but not the type of king the people were expecting. He comes as the King of Kings, the Lord of Lords, and the King of Love. In His love He comes to serve, and to teach us to serve, as He does at the final meal He eats with His disciples in the upper room in celebration of the Passover. Stay tuned ...

Verse of the Week

Rejoice greatly, Daughter of Zion! Shout, Daughter of Jerusalem! See, your king comes to you, righteous and victorious, lowly and riding on a donkey, on a colt, the foal of a donkey (Zechariah 9:9 NIV).

Last Week's Article

The Beauty of Caring

Iris PaintingPurple irises are my favorite flowers; the beauty God placed on each intricately-designed part makes me smile! Imagine my joy when a dear, artistically-gifted friend painted a picture of an iris … just for me. Her action showed how much she cared. Each time I look at it, it lifts my spirits and brings to mind warm thoughts of her friendship.

God cares for us in even greater ways. Job 10:12b says … your care has preserved my spirit. God paints the flowers each spring, uplifting us after a long cold winter, and He provides us with everything we need in this life. He shows His greatest care, however, through the beautiful gift of His Son, Jesus Christ.

A favorite hymn sums it up: “Fair are the meadows … Robed in flow’rs of blooming spring … Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer, He makes our sorr’wing spirit sing!” (LSB #537)