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Healing At His Table

But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus his Son cleanses us from all sin.

1 John 1:7

The room was packed—twenty guys crammed into my little two-bedroom rental. Some shoulder to shoulder on the couch, others cross-legged on the floor. The AC was struggling, but nobody seemed to mind.

In the middle of the coffee table sat a bottle of Great Value grape juice and a loaf of dollar-store white bread. It was nothing special. But tonight, it was sacred.

We met like this every week. Open Bibles, hard conversations, no pretense. Here, we learned how to be honest—not just with God, but with each other.

Some nights, the room was thick with laughter. Other nights, it was heavy with silence as someone finally let the truth spill out. Sin was confessed. Tears shed. Prayers were spoken. It was not rehearsed or religious. It was real.

And tonight, as I bowed my head, I thought about Jesus at the table with His disciples, the bread in His hands, and the weight in His words.

Did they understand it then? Did they feel what we felt now, sitting here in a bachelor pad full of guys just trying to get it right?

I broke off a piece of bread. It was dry and a little stale. The grape juice chased it down. I thought of His body, broken. His blood poured out.

Not just for eternity, but for today.

For the shame that still clings. For the bitterness we justify. For the sins we think we can handle alone. I swallowed and let the truth settle in my chest.

This is Christ’s invitation for all of us. An invitation to be healed. To live free. To step into real community—not the kind that just meets on Sundays, but the kind that pulls up a chair, looks you in the eye, and reminds you, You are not alone.

Jesus’ body was broken so we could be whole. And maybe part of that wholeness is found in rooms like this. And I cannot keep that to myself.

So, who needs a seat at the table?

April 18, 2025/by David Hall

When The Lights Went Out

Daily Devotional, Linda Meyers

“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.”

John 1:5

I remember the silence most of all.

It was a Maundy Thursday service, a Tenebrae — Latin for “darkness.” Sixteen candles lit the sanctuary at first, their small flames dancing in the stillness as we sang and read the story of Jesus’ final hours from the Gospel of John.

After each reading — each scene of betrayal, suffering, loneliness — a candle was extinguished.

One by one, the light faded.

As we sang, I felt the weight of each word. The sorrow of the garden. The sting of Peter’s denial. The agony of the cross. Until only one candle remained.

Then that, too, was snuffed out.

The sanctuary was completely dark. And then — a loud, jarring sound pierced the silence. It echoed like a door slamming shut. Like heaven itself had gone quiet.

We left in total silence. No conversation. No closure. Just the weight of it all. The sorrow. The sense of God’s absence. It was crushing.

That night, I felt what it means to live without the presence of Jesus. The light had gone out, and the darkness was not just around me — it was in me.

But the story didn’t end there.

On Easter morning, we entered the sanctuary again. It was still dark and still silent, like the tomb.

And then — suddenly — the lights burst on. Music erupted. Voices lifted.

Hope was not gone.

Hope rose from the dead.

That contrast — between the darkness of Friday and the light of Sunday — has changed the way I see everything.

Because even now, when life feels dim… when sorrow hangs heavy and it seems like God has gone quiet… I remember: the silence is not the end. The darkness does not win.

The light will return.

And it will burst forth brighter than before — because Jesus didn’t just bring hope.

He IS hope. Living. Breathing. Risen.

April 17, 2025/by Linda Meyers

Still Wanted, Still Loved

Daily Devotional, Lisa Williams

Luke 19:10 “For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost.”

Charles doesn’t say much about his past these days. But every now and then, sitting quietly on the porch with his coffee, the memories come back.

And when they do, they still bring tears.

He remembers being young, too young to feel the kind of shame he carried. There were no words for it then, but he was confident: God hated him. When he looked in the mirror, he didn’t see someone broken. He saw someone unworthy. Unloved. And eventually, he made a quiet, painful agreement in his heart: If that is how God feels about me, then I want nothing to do with Him.

So, he shut the door, locked it, and threw away the key.

Then came the war.

Vietnam broke him in ways no one could see. The blood, the terror, the weight of it all—it never really left. But even harder than war was what waited for him when he got home. A country that didn’t understand, didn’t ask, and sometimes seemed to hate him for surviving.

So he turned to whatever might quiet the pain. Anything to help him forget. He was chasing peace, but all he ever found was numbness.

By Easter night in 1982, he had a plan. His life was going to end.

But it didn’t.

Because Jesus showed up.

Not as a feeling. Not a metaphor. He came in person. Charles still shakes when he talks about it.

“You’ve made some mistakes,” Jesus said, “and I am the only one who can help you.”

In that stillness, something happened. Like a jolt of electricity. Like light breaking through a locked door or a wave crashing on the shore. It was more than forgiveness. It was the feeling of being chosen. Wanted. Loved, even after everything. Charles collapsed to the floor. And in that moment, everything changed.

Now, when he wipes away a tear, he remembers who he was. But that man is gone. In his place is a husband, a father, and a man who walks in real peace. His life was rebuilt by a Savior who stepped into his darkest moment and said, “You’re not too far gone.”

And maybe, if you’ve felt dead inside for too long, his story is meant for you.

Because Easter is not just history. It is a living God who still walks into rooms and says, “I am the only one who can help you.”

April 16, 2025/by Lisa Williams