Looking Through the Peephole

I torture myself—do you? 

Every Easter season, I read deep things. The more profound the better. 

Thank you, Oswald, Clive, Ravi and Aiden Wilson for providing 

the study tools to help me along the way. 

Now it's almost Good Friday, and I sit with my Bible and some profound book ... 

and squint. 

I ask the Holy Spirit to multiply my understanding and 

plow wisdom deep into the soil of my heart. 

I add forehead kneading to the squinting and throw in some deep breathing. 

Sometimes I just get it over with and kneel.

I long to run into the throne room of His magnificence and openly gawk 

at the mysteries of grace displayed there.

But so often, it seems like I'm standing on a chair, which is balanced on a desk, 

straining to get one eye to the peephole of the firmly closed door. 

I invite you to join me and chase the deep things of God this weekend as the Church, 

worldwide, mourns and celebrates the death and resurrection of our Savior. 

Because sometimes—

He lifts us to the peephole and we see something world-rocking.

Something life-changing. 

 He did it for Moses.