Holy Week

This past week has been neat–I have seen some cool potential ministry opportunities that I would like to pursue after Spring Break. A girl has been coming to St. James consistently for the past month, and it’s her first time to come to church–she’s 20 years old, so I feel like it could be easy to connect with her because of our closeness in age! She came with Hayley, Christine, and I to McDonald’s last night after the Maundy Thursday service at St. James and I think she had a lot of fun–I know we did! She’s a sweet girl and I would definitely like to pour into her as much as I can before I leave here!

Tuesday night at Brownies we made an “Easter Garden,” where you put rocks, dirt, and sand in a tray and you plant grass seeds in it and you set up crosses and a tomb–and by Easter Sunday the grass should be growing, giving a new look of life to the garden! It was so fun, and I know the Brownies seemed to enjoy getting their hands dirty in the sand and dirt! Haha 🙂

I think it’s finally starting to hit me that I have less than two months left here–it’s still unbelievable how quickly time has flown by, but I’m beginning to realise that I only have so much time left to pour into the people here before leaving, so I need to make the most of it. This is no time for fear, timidity, or cowardice. We need to stand strong and initiate that God conversation, invite that person to church, tell that hurting child of God how much He cares for them, and not back down from it. It’s scary, but that’s why we’re here, and I know we all want to leave a lasting impact.

Last night some of my team members and I watched The Passion of the Christ. It’s only the second time I’ve seen it; the first was when it was in theatres. I realised when we were watching it that the more I think I understand what happened on the cross and why, the more I truly don’t! I don’t even know what it would be like to love someone as much as God loves me. I just keep thinking about how it should be me, and it should be you, up on that cross…but it’s not. It just makes me that much more grateful (for lack of a better and much more powerful word) for my Jesus and His sacrifice.
I hope all of you have a wonderful and blessed time with your families this Easter weekend and truly remember the passion of Christ; the sacrifice he made out of love. I pray that each one of you experiences the love of our Father this weekend! He is risen!