Saturday, March 22, 2008

The Seven Days to the Rugged Cross!

"The force behind the hammer wasn't an angry mob…
The hand squeezing the handle wasn't a Roman infantry man…
The verdict wasn't decided by jealous Jews...
Jesus Himself chose the nails…
Had the soldier hesitated, Jesus Himself would have swung the mallet!"

- Max Lucado

A read that gripped me this season...

Seven Days to Live
What can we learn from Jesus' last week on earth?

When some celebrity dies—such as Princess Diana or Sonny Bono—filmmakers often scramble to put together a documentary that examines the last hours or days of that person's life.

What if you knew you had only one week to live? What actions, what priorities, would be captured on film?

Passion Week—the last week of Jesus' life, before he faced a criminal's execution on a cross—was an extraordinary week. Jesus knew he was going to die in seven days. He knew it would be an excruciatingly painful death. But there's much we can learn from what Jesus taught and from how he acted in the week preceding Easter Sunday.


The weekend before his death, Jesus stayed at the home of three of his closest friends in the small town of Bethany, about two miles outside Jerusalem. These people weren't among his 12 disciples; they were personal friends—Mary, Martha, and Lazarus. Jesus chose to spend his last days of freedom with them.

Throughout Jesus' teaching ministry, he emphasizes the importance of community. Jesus continually told all who would listen, "You were created for community with God and others. You were created with a yearning to know and be known, to love and be loved, to serve and be served, to celebrate and be celebrated."

Have you found this kind of community in your life? It's more than good relationships with your family. You need an inner circle of friends who are fellow believers—just as Jesus had—with whom you can be honest, with whom you can "do life" together.


On Palm Sunday—six days before Jesus' death—people lined the streets, waving palms as he entered Jerusalem. It was the first-century equivalent of our ticker-tape parades for heroes down the streets of New York City.

Jesus' popularity was at an all-time high; his teaching had astonishing power. Jesus had changed people's hearts and healed them physically. He'd even recently brought someone back from the dead! By far, Jesus was one of the most popular people in the entire Middle East.

But everyone who lined the streets had a different reason for waving those palms. Some were political activists; they'd heard Jesus had supernatural power, and they wanted him to use it to free Israel from Roman rule. Others had loved ones who were sick or dying. They waved branches, hoping for physical healing. Some were onlookers merely looking for something to do, while others were genuine followers who wished Jesus would establish himself as an earthly king. Jesus was the only one in the parade who knew why he was going to Jerusalem—to die. He had a mission, while everyone else had an agenda.

A couple of weeks ago, I spent some time between flights looking at books on spirituality in the airport bookstore. I discovered things haven't really changed in two thousand years. People are still trying to push their agendas for what the power of God can do. What about you?


On this day, Jesus did something that shocked people. Known for his love, gentleness, and humility, Jesus came into the temple, saw all the little arcades set up for commercial business, and cleaned house. He overturned the merchants' tables and kicked them out of the temple. People had never seen this side of Jesus before.

Why did Jesus act with such passion? Because he saw worship at the temple in Jerusalem going awry. Jesus knew he had to straighten out the situation before he died, was resurrected, and returned to heaven. The message of his transforming power was going to be left in the hands of worshiping communities. Jesus couldn't afford to have any church get distracted and caught up in questionable activities. They alone would possess the message that would change the world. Jesus sent a signal: Don't get sidetracked. Stay on target. Stay on the mission of spreading God's love.


Jesus taught from early morning till late at night. When the sun went down on Tuesday, his earthly teaching was done.

As dusk approached, Jesus taught the parable of the talents. In those final moments before his teaching ministry came to an end, he told his listeners, in essence, "You have one life. That's it. Some of you have all kinds of gifts and abilities; some of you have less. But don't squander the one and only life God's given you; do something noble and great with it." How poignant it is that as Jesus talked about this, he knew his life was almost over.

Jesus also spoke about the day of reckoning. The closest our society comes to that is tax day—April 15—a financial day of reckoning! But Jesus referred to the day when all moral accounts will be settled. He taught that when that day comes, either people will pay for their evil by being separated from God forever, or they'll be rewarded for having accepted Jesus' payment on the cross for the evil they committed. It's either the self-payment plan or the Christ-payment plan—no other option. Jesus urged his listeners to follow his plan. Whose are you following?


Most scholars believe this was a day of solitude for Jesus. He was doing the most important thing he could—getting alone with God. As he quieted himself, he heard the still small whisper of his Father say, "You're on a mission, and it's going to be difficult, but I'm asking you to endure. I'll be with you."

Some would call it a wasted day. Others would say it was a day that gave Jesus strength to do what he needed to do.

We live in a culture that no longer values solitude. We go from one meeting to the next, one deadline to the next, one activity to the next. Too often we fail to quiet ourselves enough to hear what God would say to us—if only we were listening.

What if you took just one hour to go to a quiet place and say, "God, if you have a message for me, I'm listening"? Some of the richest times you'll know in life will be spent in solitude with God.


This day, Jesus took a normal Passover meal and changed it forever. All the arrangements had been made, but then the foot-washer didn't show up! The disciples came to dinner with dusty feet, and stood around asking who messed up the arrangements. It never dawned on them that maybe one of them could humble himself to do that for anybody else.

Jesus came, took off his robe, put a towel over his arm, filled a basin with water, then knelt down and started washing the disciples' feet. They couldn't believe it! The Son of God, the Savior of the world—and he had the humility to wash their feet.

In today's words, here's the lesson: True fulfillment never comes from a life of self-gratification. The way to the top in God's economy is through serving. It's finding God's mission for your life and engaging in it. It's finding people you can humbly serve in daily, down-to-earth ways. And when you find God's purpose for your life and pursue it in a spirit of humility and servanthood, your heart spills over with love and gratefulness.

Jesus washed the feet of his disciples, and when he was done, he said, "Now, you go out and live this way."


On Friday, Jesus voluntarily submitted to be nailed to a cross.

The Bible says at noon the skies got dark. There was an earthquake. The temple veil was torn. People suddenly realized that when Jesus cried out, "It is finished," and then died, he was no ordinary man.

Jesus was taken from the cross, prepared for burial, and put in a tomb.

Thankfully, the story doesn't end there. But what follows next—Saturday—is most difficult of all, because it's the day between the promise and the fulfillment of the promise. Jesus had predicted he'd be crucified, and that he'd rise from the dead. He was dead all right. But would he come back?

On Sunday, Jesus burst forth from the tomb exactly as he'd predicted. The guards at the tomb saw him, went back to tell the officials, "He's alive!" and were paid to keep quiet about it.

Jesus appeared to more than 500 people—cynics as well as believers—before he ascended into heaven. There was no question about whether or not Jesus was resurrected.

I once spoke to a Muslim who knew I was a Christian. He said, "How come you won't convert to Islam?" I said, "'Cause I won't follow a dead guy. It's that simple. Your prophet Mohammed is in the tomb. How can you get behind anything where the leader, the founder who claims to be something, has no evidence for being any different than any other man?" Jesus Christ is the only religious leader whose tomb says "unoccupied."

With his resurrection, Jesus proved he is the Son of God. And by what he did during his last week alive, but most importantly, on Easter Sunday, your life—and your eternity—can be changed forever.

Bill Hybels is senior pastor of Willow Creek Community Church in South Barrington, Illinois.

Saturday, March 8, 2008

The diary of a young woman.

8th March, 2008

To my man!


I don’t care who you are, where you are, or what you are like…Oh no! Not that I don’t care in the real sense of the term ‘care’. It doesn’t matter, is what I meant to say! Yep, I’ve started the hem and haw already…:D

It doesn’t matter….
If you’re a Malayali or Mangoli (just for the sake of the rhyme; no pun intended!)…if you’re tall or dark or handsome…if you sport an evening shadow on week days…if you’re momma’s boy… if you plop in front of the TV watching the cricket match, not letting go of the remote (!!)… if you leave the wet towel on the bed…if you forget birthdays and anniversaries…if you can't say, “I love you” as often as I wanna hear it…if you can’t manage two things at a time…if you’re not able to make sense of ‘idioms’ like, “aww…chooo chweet!”…It doesn’t matter ‘cos, I’d love u, anyway!

It doesn’t matter ‘cos…
Whether I’m a beauty pageant winner or a not-so- hot-next door kinda girl…whether I talk like I have no clue of this thing called full stop (!!)…whether I roll on the floor and laugh watchin’ Tom & Jerry…whether I go gung-ho about Josh Groban’s killer voice and looks…whether I’d visit umpteen shops only to come back to the first one to pick up something I like…whether I cry myself to sleep reading one of Danielle Steel’s touchy family novels...whether I nag you into talking when you just need to be left alone…whether I assume inexistent things and weave a story (often animated!) out of such assumptions… it doesn’t matter to you, and you’d love me anyway!

I love the fact that we are not alike…and yet are fearfully and wonderfully made!

I love the fact that we haven’t been chuddy buddies and are ‘not acquainted with each other’s ways’, but are willing to understand each other and grow together…

I love the fact that we’ve been through rough times as individuals and have learnt from it all…and would help each other in pullin’ out the garbage from the past that we lug around…

I love that fact that you’d be in the cheer band, when I’m getting shaped into the Proverbs 31 woman :-)

I love the fact that we’d be partners in crime as we live out I Corinthians 13!

I love the fact that I’m a woman…and that you aren’t one! :D

As the world celebrates the International Women’s Day today, I felt like leavin’ this li’l note for you, my not-yet-discovered-Mr. Right!

And don’t you forget to thank all the incredible men in my life, who have contributed their best into the making of the stunningly beautiful woman that I am today! :-)

Have a great day ahead!

Only yours,


P.s: All the lovely women in my life!! I don’t need a special day to tell you how special you are! Without you, where would the world be??!

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

“Who touched Me?”

Despair was my middle name,
Suffering, my faithful friend;
My face was covered with shame,
Life’s woes would see no end!

Twelve years of shedding bloody tears,
Of a weakened body, mind and soul;
I pressed on, parting all my fears,
“This man would make me whole!”

The crowd was fervent to see the marvel,
Of the Miracle Man healing the sick,
The blind, the lame- all were made well;
For His touch today, won’t I be the pick?

The Master was rushing to Jairus’ house,
His twelve year old was dead and gone;
Alongside the mob, my angst did rouse,
I felt reduced to fate’s absurd pawn!

There was nothing left to try,
“The final chance!” I stiffened my heart!
The prospects of cure were way too wry,
The doctors had all done their part!

Finances were zilch- not a penny,
I had reached the end of the rope,
To turn for help, there wasn’t any,
But, in this man, lay a ray of hope!

I crawled on, believing in the unseen,
I saw a healed me thro’ the eyes of faith,
I reached out with a resolve too strong to ween,
And a grit sharpened in time’s own lathe!

Touching the hem of His garment was all I could do,
In that instant, with an eerie power did I quiver!
He stopped!! “Who touched Me?” Who?!
His voice pierced the din, and made me shiver!

I fell face down at His feet,
My story, in tears I mumbled,
He smiled in no airs of the feat,
My being, in grace, was humbled!

“Daughter!”, said He,
"Your faith has healed you!
With you shall peace be!”
He left. And the crowd too.

I picked myself up,
Blurred in blissful awe,
Suffering’s sour cup,
Lay crushed by faith’s paw!

I know not what to tell
The world, of me or of Him,
But I’d declare aloud, the spell,
My faith had on His hem!

When cures fail and comforts flee,
Rescue is just a Faith- touch away!
He must stop and ask,“Who touched Me?”
Let Him not pass you by on His way!

Based on: Matthew 9:20-22; Mark 5:25-34; Luke 8:43-47