Royal Wedding, Royal Burial? Prince William vs Osama

So I wasn't going to post on the Royal wedding, but in light of yesterday's events I decided it was appropriate.

Normally, I am all in favor of a monarch and love the image of the Queen (King one day). I love the image of hope that Her Majesty brings to the commonwealth. What I am unsure of is the intense media, money grab that this marriage event became. Why not capitalize right? Bobble heads, and magazines now flood the earth with their potent toxins.

Then I think about last night. A royal (at least to his followers) was killed. Osama Bin Laden was found out in this intense operation and his body was taken. Celebrations struck the earth (or at least America). Hollywood will capitalize on this and movies will be made. Obama is a hero!

What is my point in all of this? Royalty. One is celebrated, one is murdered. Of course they are completely different people, and one has killed more than the other. But, yet . . . I couldn't help but think of both in relativity to another. Maybe the combined nature of both reminded me of My king.

Jesus was Celebrated by many and then killed. It's seems ironic to me.

We can love and hate in the same weekend, but call it all celebration. Not sure where I am going, and should probably think more before posting, but maybe it deserves some thought and maybe you have thoughts of why this caught my attention???

Prayers and Post Resurrection

I just was thinking about after the resurrection. But, let me back up to my Easter weekend first.

Last week I prayed and preached that God would bring me through the journey to the cross with him. I knew full well what would entail on Friday and Saturday. And there was hope for what would happen on Sunday, but Monday. . .

Friday and Saturday were not that good of days for me. Friday I experienced a low. You know them. Those days where it ends and you feel like . . . death. Exactly. On Saturday, during my day of waiting, I realized why I was feeling death. It was because I asked to be taken on that Journey with Christ.

Sunday came and I did feel excitement and joy and when confronted about these bubbles inside I could do nothing but express joy.

But, its Monday. What does that mean? I feel weird. Just like the disciples maybe. A bit in shock of, "What now?"

My prayer is that I live in the power of his resurrection. I hope I live as if Christ is in me because he is. All authority has been given to him. He has defeated death and gives life. I desire to life. Oh Monday. You give hope for Tuesday. As the reality of the resurrection sets in, may I be consumed by our Lord.

Joining the King

Here is the sermon I preached from my last blog post. It is missing the first few minutes so I'll recap here to get you started.

We begin this Journey with Christmas and see how a little baby changes everything. We then journeyed through JEsus' life, seeing him reach out to the least and humble the greatest. Now we see Him at the beginning of a Journey, one that could cost Jesus, the Son of God, his very life. My question for this message is simple: Will we join him?

I then show how Chapter 20 of Matthew and the beginning of this "Triumphal" entry is actually weird and awkward at first glance. He's trying to predict his death and the Son's of Zebedee send their Mother to get them a place of honour with Jesus. Jesus then teaches about servanthood. This is where the message begins.