Sunday Thoughts | Aug 11th

SummerColors | Blue

She put her water jar down. Suddenly everything was different. She had gone out to the well in the middle of the day with her head held low. She didn’t want to see the looks the villagers gave her. Alone, carrying her life, her shame and everything that hadn’t turned out how she had dreamt it should. But now, now she had met him. He that saw right through it all and with kind words told her the truth. His words had set her free. They showed her a love so different from what she had ever experienced before.

He had asked for a drink from her water jar, even though he was a man and she was a woman, even though he was a jew and she a samaritan. It was not how things should be. She had tried to look the other way as she approached the well, but now she found herself deep in talk with him.

His word touched her. Who was he?

She put her water jar down and went back into the village. For once she dared to look the others in their eyes, she had so much to tell them. She had to tell them about him that change her life only moments before. No one had talked like him. For the first time in ages she felt loved for whom she really was, with all her wounds and scars. She shouted it out as soon as she came into the gate. They looked at her and saw how changed she was. Together they went out to the well.

Her words had moved them. Could he be the Messiah?

She put her water jar down and the whole village got to meet him. He said he could give living water. That he could quench their thirst. They asked him to stay for a while, they wanted to talk with him and listen to him. His words changed them too.

They looked at the woman with loving eyes now. Understanding that they did wrong in judging her, seeing that they too had things to answer for in their own lives.

She walked with the other women to the well in the mornings now. His words about the living water had set them free. They believed he was sent from God. His name was Jesus.

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………………………………….  read more in John chapter 4 ………………………………..

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Joy | Easter Day

I’ve thought a lot about the feelings the biblical Easter stories holds this week. There is the simple, easy joy that is contagious, but isn’t deep as we meet it in the crowd on Palm Sunday. The wonder and worry as we read through the happenings on Maundy Thursday and the sorrow of Good Friday.

I’ve been thinking about Jesu’s friends and his followers, the closest few especially. How did they feel? How much did they understand of things as they happened? What would I have felt if I lived through the days together with them? (The easy answer to the last question: all the feelings possible, from good to bad – and back again! But, wow, what a week!)

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Easter Day is a very special day. It’s the day that we celebrate the impossible. That Christ is risen. That hope is restored. Only, this day is not filled with the carefree joy from Palm Sunday. This is a joy that had a high price, a joy that is deep and founded in Gods love for us. For all of us. First told by the women visiting the grave, not expecting anything else but to do what tradition and love asked. Instead they met an empty tomb and an angel giving them the best message any human have ever been told to deliver: He is not here, he is risen from the death! No wonder they hurried back to the others, no wonder their voices filled with hope and joy as they told and retold.

Every day I felt a little bit of that joy. Today I remind my self to savor it, to recognize it, to appreciate it and to share it with others. Happy Easter, indeed!!

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Loving having some daffodils by the door.

Being there | Palm Sunday

Palm Sunday
I’m not sure if you have been there today, in your mind, together with the people gathered by the gate. I’m not sure if you have laid down your clothes or taken branches of the nearby threes for the king as he approached. I’m not sure if you took part in the shouting and rejoicing: Hosanna! I’m not sure if you followed him into town where he sat down by the temple entrance to teach and heal.

I’m not even sure if you like the idea of pretending being there. Pretending to hear, to smell, to participate and see. But I will highly recommend it. It’s a great way to make the story come to life. It’s the only way to be there yourself, even thought it’s been years and years since the event happened.

I like to do it. I like to pretend. To hear, smell, participate and see as good as my imagination can make it happen. Some stories is easier than others. Some times in my life makes it easier as well, and some make it harder.

When I think about this story I try to hear the carefree joy in the peoples voices. Hosanna! The king is here, we have no worries in the world. I think about how easy it is to get carried away with this joyful song and shouting. How it is contagious and how it spreads through the gathered people.

The children takes part in the joyous occasion too (off course). Later in the day they can be heard by the temple shouting out their Hosanna! Laughing and having fun as they relive the moment by the gate, again and again.

I want to join them in their silly singing. I think that this is just the kind of silliness that gets God himself to smile with us.

So swing your palm, sing Hosanna from the top of your lungs and meet the king of kings with joy. I’ll be right there next too you joining in as well.

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Sunday Thoughts | When He Met Jesus

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He was sitting there by the road. Begging. As he used to do. Then they came. Pulled him up off the ground and wanted him to walk with them. He did knew them. He knew he could trust them. But what was it they wanted? And why this hurry?

He couldn’t ask, neither could he hear the answer. He was born like this. Deaf and mute. He couldn’t join his friends in much, he had trouble learning and working. Usually he sat there by the road with his head held low. Begging money from those walking by. He had to, if he wanted to buy some food for himself at the end of the day.

They made a stop by another man. He had kind eyes. They started talking to the man, sometimes they pointed back at him so he guessed they were talking about him. What was it this time? How he wished he could hear or taken part in the discussion.

The man turned and looked at him. He grabbed him by his arm and pulled him away from the others. It was just the two of them now. The man wet his fingers with spit and took on his tongue. Then he put another finger inside his ear. The man looked up at the sky.

He wasn’t afraid. Only eager to see what happen next. This could be the day he had dreamed of his whole life. He understood that the man wanted to help him by the actions he used. The man used the only language he could understand.

‘Effata’ – the man said.
He did hear it. It wasn’t something he made up. He really could hear it. The first word he ever had heard. He smiled. Moved his togue and tried to say it himself. Effata. It worked. His smile broaden. He turned to the man, wanted to thank him – but he didn’t knew how. He saw the man understood. He run back to his friends. Finally he was able to hear, not only watch, their voices. Take part in the conversations. Smile and laugh with the.

It was the best day in his life! Being brought to this man made all the difference.

People were overwhelmed with amazement. He has done everything well, they said. He even makes the deaf hear and the mute speak.

.:Read the story in Mark 7:31-37:.

Blessed Sunday. Blessed week.

Thomas | Sunday Thoughts

It’s not easy to believe what we haven’t seen and haven’t heard.

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I’ve been thinking along these lines today on the first Sunday after Easter Day. I’ve found that sometimes it really isn’t a good idea to believe in all that we’ve told, that is at least the fact when it comes to rumors about people in our neighborhood. I tend to think that most of it isn’t true, at least not until I’ve seen it for my self, but still there might be some truth hidden somewhere. When it comes to my faith in Christ. What then? Is it a rumor placed with his followers, is it the truth? I haven’t seen it with my own eyes, but still I believe the story as told by his disciples and found in the Bible.

Thomas helps me find my faith in the resurrection. And in a way this is his Sunday. He wasn’t with the others on Easter Day. And when the others, with joy in their voices, told him that they had met Jesus. That he was alive and not dead. Thomas could not believe, he found it impossible to even think that it could be the truth, sad as he was about the death of his dear friend. But then he got to meet Him. He got to see Him with his own eyes. This Sunday (the first one after Easter Day) Thomas was together with his friends and he got to meet Jesus. He got to see, he got to touch, he got to say with joy and wonder in his voice: “my Lord and my God”. He knew now, as the others had known for a week already, Jesus was risen. It was the truth. Jesus is alive.

Then Jesus told him, “Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.” (John 20:29)

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I’ve been there with Thomas today. Stretched out my arm, touched the wounds, feeling the joy and wonder as I too have said: my Lord and my God.

I don’t understand it all, but I do believe.

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Blessed Sunday!

Palm Sunday | Hosanna

Yesterday my nephew cut a few (20ish) branches of pine for me.

a branch of pine

Today I asked (very politely) the congregation to please come outside with me to start the service with a little Palm Sunday procession. We handed out the branches and our musician went in the front, together with MT and another kid. While swinging our branches we sang ‘Hosanna’ to Jesus and started our Palm Sunday part of the service (we went through all of the main days of Easter, I’ll get back to the rest of the days later…).

Donkey with pine

There is something with the things we do, it stays much longer with us than things we just hear or read. I wanted to give a tiny little feeling of being there by the gate of Jerusalem. Shouting out to the Lord with joy and laughter. Welcoming the king to our city.

Hosanna!

The next day the great crowd that had come for the festival heard that Jesus was on his way to Jerusalem. They took palm branches and went out to meet him, shouting,

“Hosanna!”
“Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!”
“Blessed is the king of Israel!”

(John 12:12-13)

some pine branches

A good start to our Easter celebration :D
Wish you all a Blessed Sunday!

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Lately I’ve been thinking a bit about why it is that I believe in the impossible. Yea, because I do! And sometimes I wonder why that is. Because, in a way, it would be so much easier to just don’t believe – to just say “well, I don’t think it is that possible to be raised from the grave” or “I’m sure the disciples just missed him so much that they started to believe he had resurrected, even though it all just happened in their minds”  (just to take a few of the many reasons not to believe).

But, you know what? I still believe. I can’t use these (or other) sentences because I do think the impossible is possible, I do believe that God is bigger than my understanding of him is. And I can’t find any reason for the change that occurs in the disciples behavior and attitude, other than in believing they tell the truth.

Thomas helps me find my faith in the resurrection. And in a way this is his Sunday. He wasn’t with the others on Easter Day. For some unknown reason  he wasn’t there when Christ came visiting. And when the others, with joy in their voices, told him that they had met Jesus. That he was alive and not dead. Thomas could not believe, not until he could see it with his own eyes. The next Sunday (as in this Sunday, the first Sunday after Easter Day) Thomas was together with his friends and he got to meet him. He got to see, he got to touch, he got to say with joy and wonder in his voice: “my Lord and my God”. He knew now, as the others had known for a week already, Jesus was risen. It was the truth. Jesus is alive.

I’ve been there with Thomas today. Stretched out my arm, touched the wounds, feeling the joy and wonder as I too have said: my Lord and my God.

I don’t understand it all, but I do believe.

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