Reconciliation

Why They Call it “Good Friday”

by Andy Wood on April 3, 2015

in 100 Words

Cross on Water

19 For it was the Father’s good pleasure for all the fullness to dwell in Him, 20 and through Him to reconcile all things to Himself, having made peace through the blood of His cross; through Him, I say, whether things on earth or things in heaven (Colossians 1:19-20).

 It pleased God to reconcile me to Himself through the blood of Christ’s cross.

This was His initiative.

The blood Jesus shed satisfied God’s righteous wrath, aimed against me because of my sin.

Now He takes pleasure in the reconciliation of all things in heaven and earth.  [click to continue…]

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written on an old typewriter

Wrote a letter of recommendation the other day.  That in itself is nothing unusual – I do that often and have done it for years.  I often joke with whoever I’m writing it for that after I’m done I need a bath, or a priest or something.

“I’ve already lost the boots… I’m just trying to save the hat!”

But we both know I’m joking, and that I would never be deliberately dishonest – that would eventually catch up with them and me.

But between that and the opportunity I have to preach this weekend (here, if you are in the Mobile, Alabama area),  I’ve been thinking about relationships.

(Preaching moment:  Your life is the sum total of your relationships… with God, with others, and with yourself.  As your relationships go, so goes your life.  Okay, I’m done.)

This morning I was thinking about that reference letter, and about another one I wrote a couple of months ago.  That one didn’t have to do with a job application, and it wasn’t even requested.  I saw a friend and colleague’s LinkedIn profile, and spontaneously wrote a letter of recommendation for his professional practice.  It was honest, heartfelt, and a total surprise, really to him and me both.

It was also a wonderful relationship builder. [click to continue…]

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A cathedral in Europe was famous for the large, magnificent, stained‑glass window that was located behind the altar and high above the sanctuary.  One day a violent windstorm shattered that beautiful window into a thousand pieces.  The church custodian was hesitant to discard the fragments, so he put them in a box and stored them in the basement of the cathedral.

Shortly after the storm, a man who had heard about the damage asked for and received the broken pieces of glass.  About 2 years later, he invited the caretaker to visit him in a nearby village.  When the custodian arrived, the man explained that he was an artisan and that he had something to show him.  When the craftsman unveiled his work, the visitor was astonished to see a lovely window fashioned from the broken fragments.  It was even more beautiful than the original.

You can be, too.

Like the shattered window, sometimes we live in the wake of a painful experience that threatens to leave us broken and scarred – an unrecognizable leftover of what we once imagined ourselves to be.

Abundance?  Hardly.

Joyful?  Are you kidding?

I heard a beautiful reflection on that a couple of years ago from a TV show, of all things: [click to continue…]

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Reconciliation

by Andy Wood on June 8, 2012

in 100 Words

Therefore if you bring your gift to the altar, and there remember that your brother has something against you, leave your gift there before the altar, and go your way. First be reconciled to your brother, and then come and offer your gift” (Matthew 5:23-24).

Reconciliation is more than a precursor to worship.

Reconciliation is an act of worship. [click to continue…]

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Alexander's Bridge over Chickamauga Creek

Imagine throwing a little backyard barbecue and inviting 12,000 of your closest friends.  And even closer enemies.

It happened nearly 125 years ago, in 1889, at a place called Chickamauga, near Chattanooga, TN.  And it took place where these friends and enemies had once gathered 26 years earlier to kill each other.

You don’t hear as much about the Battle of Chickamauga as you do Vicksburg or Gettysburg or Shiloh.  But in two days, 66,000 Confederate and 58,000 Union troops staged two days of hell – desperate, often hand-to-hand combat.  Somewhere around 18,480 Confederate and 16,240 Union soldiers were killed, wounded or missing when all was said and done.

One side won the battle.  The other won the war.

Then as time passed, something remarkable happened.  [click to continue…]

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