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INDEED!
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A BORROWED TOMB
As evening approached, there came a rich man from Arimathea, named Joseph, who had himself become a disciple of Jesus. Going to Pilate, he asked for Jesus’ body, and Pilate ordered that it be given him. Joseph took the body, wrapped it in a clean linen cloth and placed it in his own new tomb that he had cut out of the rock. Matthew 27:57-60
Ordinarily I probably wouldn’t use a joke at this holy week, but I think this one so tells the story:
Joseph told his wife, “Honey you know that burial plot I carved out last week? I just lent it to somebody.” “You what!. “Don’t worry, dear, it’s only for three days!”
My daddy was buried in a borrowed tomb. My aunt let us have it because daddy hadn’t planned ahead. You don’t plan to die at 50. Know what? His decayed body has not left there. But one day, “the dead in Christ will rise first.” (I Thessalonians 4:16).
If you’ve already died when Jesus comes for his own, you won’t need that tomb anymore. If you’re still alive, you won’t ever need to buy one, cut one out of a rock or borrow one. Either way you win if you know that man with the borrowed tomb.
Blessings.
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PIZZA ON THE SEA OF GALILEE
I’m so happy. I just found our Israel pictures. Sooo, I’d like to share with you another story from my book.
PIZZA ON THE SEA OF GALILEE
Jesus said to them, “Come and have breakfast.”
When the disciples took a second look, they saw Jesus throwing something up into the air. They looked more closely. It was some kind of leavened dough. He laughed as he continued tossing this raw bread into the air. He seemed to be having a great time.
None dared ask him what he was doing. They just continued to watch.
Finally Jesus broke the silence. “I’m making breakfast pizzas. Why do you look so puzzled? Have you never eaten breakfast pizza?”
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No, you won’t find that in any version of John 21:12-14. But it reminded me of my lunch on the Sea of Galilee.
We were eating at a kibbutz, an Israeli commune. We could choose between fish straight from the sea or pizza. Sometimes I like fish and sometimes I don’t. After all our walking I was hungry and didn’t want to take any chances. I chose pizza.
I now think I know what those young cooks must have thought: “If these Americans insult us by not eating our tilapia, we’ll give them heated up frozen pizza, straight from their country. We’ll make it taste as much like cardboard as possible.
I don’t blame them.
I was offered a small piece of someone else’s fish—melt in your mouth, oh so good.
I could have had fresh fish from the Sea of Galilee, but no, I chose the safety net—pizza.
Jesus wants to give us those fresh gifts from His bounty, from the River of Life, but we don’t want to take any chances. So we pick the hard and tasteless, yet safe, pizza.
Sometimes our denominational dogma is like frozen pizza—hard and without any sustenance.
Our morning quiet time can be more like leftover pizza—boring and lifeless.
We can be happy with merely filling in the blanks in our Bible study book, or we can feast on the Bread of Life.
By the way, since I’ve been back to the States, I’ve had tilapia twice.
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May you feast on God’s good manna during this Easter season.
Blessings!
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