Father, into your hands I commend my
spirit.
For all my foes I am an object of reproach,
a laughingstock to my neighbors, and a dread to my friends;
they who see me abroad flee from me.
I am forgotten like the unremembered dead;
I am like a dish that is broken.
Father, into your hands I commend my spirit.
For all my foes I am an object of reproach,
a laughingstock to my neighbors, and a dread to my friends;
they who see me abroad flee from me.
I am forgotten like the unremembered dead;
I am like a dish that is broken.
Father, into your hands I commend my spirit.
Hebrews 4:14
– 16 Brothers and sisters: Since we have a
great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus, the Son of God, let us hold fast to our confession. For we do
not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who has similarly been tested in every
way, yet without sin. So let us
confidently approach the throne of grace to receive mercy and to find grace for timely
help.
Does the memorial
of Jesus’ death on Good Friday give me confidence or do I just feel a little
sick to my stomach?
Action: Accept Jesus’ sacrifice for your sins.
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