Author: Dave Dishman (Page 356 of 459)

Caleb strode to Joshua’s tent to remind him of a old promise. Fellow spies, the men watched their dreams of entering the promised land crumble before a panicked people. Now, 45 years later, Caleb came for what was due him.

The Lord promised Caleb an inheritance of land for following him wholeheartedly. Still alive and strong as ever – at 85 years old – Caleb itched for the chance to fulfill God’s promise.

And so he did. Joshua blessed his long-time friend and Caleb took those hills.

I hope at 85 I possess half the energy of Caleb. Heck, I hope I wake up tomorrow with half the energy of Caleb.

I take it that as long as I’m breathing, the Lord has something in mind for me. I’m not done. It may not be as dramatic as fulfilling a promise from God, but it’s there.

By moving into his promised land, Caleb blessed generations to come. Perhaps that’s an insight into a believer’s latter years – how might I finish my life by blessing those who follow me?

The photo is of the Judean Hills, a view of Caleb’s promised land.

Joshua 14 in week fourteen of reading the Bible cover to cover

I join believers worldwide today to proclaim – He Is Risen!

The painting above is entitled: The Disciples Peter and John Running to the Sepulchre on the Morning of the Resurrection, and was painted by Eugène Burnand, a Swiss artist, in 1898. The painting refers to John 20, describing the rush to Jesus’s tomb just after dawn.

Only days before, Peter denied Jesus three times, while John helplessly watched Jesus die a bloody, forsaken death on a cross. Both now heard an impossible story from Mary Magdalene, and sprinted to see for themselves.

Stomachs-churning, hoping-against-hope, Peter and John ran toward the tomb. Finding it empty, they saw and believed.

Then, turning from that vacant hollow, they ran to tell the rest of the world.

On Saturday after the crucifixion the followers of Jesus gathered, despondent. Jesus was dead and in the ground. His last words rang in their ears, My God, my God, why have your forsaken me? They felt forsaken as well.

Perhaps these disciples remembered Jesus’s story about the rich man and Lazarus (Luke 16), where Lazarus wasn’t allowed to bring even a drop of water to the rich man as he suffered torment in hell. A great chasm separated the two, impossible to cross.

Such a chasm never felt deeper or wider. No hope flared in the disciple’s hearts – grief and pain doused any flickers.

Suffering. Lost. Hopeless. These original followers of Jesus despaired.

But only a few hours of agony remained. A bridge now arched over that chasm of separation. Hope would fire again in their hearts, changing everything about their lives and futures.

Because Sunday was coming…

Week thirteen of reading the Bible cover to cover

Holy Saturday by Eugene Burnand, 1907-8

Today is Good Friday, a day to remember the crucifixion of Jesus Christ and his death at on a cross.

King David reminds us of of why we need a good Friday:

The Lord looks down from heaven on all mankind to see if there are any who understand, any who seek God. All have turned away, all have become corrupt; there is no one who does good, not even one.

Psalm 14:2&3

It seems to me that another name for this day could be: “We corrupt and lost people desperately need Jesus” Friday.

Regardless of the name, the brave and selfless act we commemorate today endures for me and you.

Week thirteen of reading the Bible cover to cover

Featured painting: The Three Crosses by Rembrandt, 1653