LENT: Prepare the Way of the Lord (Week 6)

Week 6-Dying With Christ

  • This is the sixth Sunday in the season of Lent. This week we are highlighting the truth that we are all called to die with Christ. Our scripture meditation this week is from a very familiar passage in Galatians 6. “I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.” The Lenten season is a sobering reminder that we are called to die with Jesus Christ. The moment we embraced Jesus Christ by faith we died spiritually with Christ. The Bible is clear that the law and our good works are not capable of making us righteous. We need the powerful, substitutionary death of Jesus Christ, to forgive us of our sins and to give us new life. But the call to die with Christ is also a way of life for the Christian. We are called every day to give up our selfish desires, addictions, bitterness, anger, materialism, prejudice, worry and lust so that the glory of Jesus Christ is more evident in us.

Scripture Meditation

Questions for reflection

  • What is God saying to you through this passage? What will your response be to what God is saying to you?
  • Spend time meditating on what it means to die with Christ on a daily basis.
  • What are some areas of your life that still need to die? Habits or ways of living that need to be repented of?
  • Spend time praising God for the amazing fact that he loved you so much that he sent his Son to die for you.

The featured picture is the “Crucifixion Painting” by Philippe De Champaigne

The song is “Death in His Grave” by John Mark McMillan (A great song as we slowly begin to turn our attention to Easter Sunday!)

Baby Son-John Mark McMillan

 

We thought you’d come with a crown of gold
A string of pearls and a cashmere robe
We thought you’d clinch an iron fist
And rain like fire on the politics
But without a sword, no armored guard
But common born in mother’s arms
The government now rests upon
The shoulders of this baby son
Have you no room inside your heart
The inn is full, the out is dark
Upon profane shines sacred sun
Not ashamed to be one of us
Without a sword, no armored guard
But common born in mother’s arms
The government now rests upon
The shoulders of this baby son
Gloria, Allelu
Christ the Lord
We’ve longed for you