Last week I was filling up the water cooler for youth group when one of our 16-year-old girls came into the kitchen. She leaned back against the counter, looked at the ground, and said “Danny and I broke up.” No small talk, just straight to the center of her hurting heart. Continue reading
Why and how this program ended up on television is surprising, but unbelievably it became one of the deterrents regarding suicide for my teen after watching it. I wouldn’t promote it for anything or encourage your teenager to watch it but 1,000 Ways to Die became the show to see several years ago.
It graphically demonstrated stories of real life deaths embellished with Hollywood entertainment to make it more sellable to the public for viewing. Although there is quite a bit of violence due to the nature of the show and some sexual content to it as well, thematically the idea was about how we deal with death almost every day. With germs, accidents, illnesses, catastrophic events, we are still miraculously living, hence the name 1,000 Ways to Die. Beyond that, we are left to ask if it was to curtail and help prevent suicide or was it to glorify the science and sometimes mythology in it? Continue reading
He was abandoned and rejected. Others despised him. Many didn’t understand him. Some thought he was crazy while others thought he did things for shock value. No matter what the thought was, he wasn’t wanted.
What many didn’t know about him was how much he cared and loved little children, especially the orphaned. He cared about the widowed and the poor. He had a compassion for others that were truly hurting. He could identify with those who were called names and those considered the outcast.
He wasn’t a teenager. He was Jesus.
Tomorrow we celebrate Easter and the new life that was given to all who want it. I never really appreciated what I had until I understood all that God did for me. I wasn’t orphaned or poor. I’m not a widow. I wasn’t always in crisis, but I was very sad and alone. Nothing I tried seem to lift me out of my own despair. There wasn’t really any hope in my life.
Today however is a very different story. I’m full of hope, love and serving. Why? Because when I finally gave up and said I couldn’t do it anymore, that’s when God said He could and changed my life.
So when you reflect upon the real meaning of Easter and what Christ did on the cross for you, then you start to realize that someone else was hurting more than you, yet willing to give it all for you. Even in death He gave life. And because of that life, I can now reach out to others who are hurting and helpless and give them hope that was given to me. And I can tell you, I have seen MANY lives changed, all ages, given a new life and peace that wasn’t there before.
So take the time to ponder all that was given for you as you enjoy this Easter weekend and remember to spread the hope to others. Happy Easter!