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The People at Golgotha and the Garden Tomb

“On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,

The emblem of suff’ring and shame;

And I love that old cross where the Dearest and Best

For a world of lost sinners was slain.”

As a young girl singing this at nursing homes, I remember feeling like “The Old Rugged Cross” was a very old song, seeming to push a faraway event further from me. Even today, it can feel easier to disengage from gazing on the “emblem of suffering.” But as the hymn states, our Dearest and Best was slain there, on that old rugged cross. It would be a pity not to sit and behold the most relevant event in all of history. 

What would it be like to be someone at the cross, an instrument in an innocent man’s death? Yet Jesus was not a helpless victim, and those present at the cross weren’t there by random chance.

In John’s gospel, we see clearly that Jesus gave up His life — willingly. The ordinary people there that day fulfilled prophecies one after another. 

To summarize the events of John 19, Christ was given a sentence. Pilot placed a title over his head. His garments were taken from him. We see the care of his mother, and the giving of the sour wine. We see his dying word and the piercing of his side. Then, his burial. 

Jesus GAVE His Life 

Even with all the chaos and drama of the events leading up to Jesus’ death, according to Scripture, there was nothing accidental about it. From Golgotha, to the dividing of his garments, to the Garden Tomb, we see a perfect fulfillment of God’s Word. One commentator said, “God used the worst thing we ever did to do the best thing He ever did.” Jesus gave His life as a precious gift, and all the people operated within God’s perfect plan.

PILOT

The man who asked, “what is truth?” who couldn’t spot it standing right in front of him – he  was an ironic instrument to DECLARE truth. He had “The King of the Jews” in Hebrew, Latin and in Greek written above the cross. Even when the Chief Priests of the Jews told Pilot to change what he had written, he stuck by his decision to write this gospel signpost in THREE different languages, saying, “What I have written I have written.” Since the place of the skull was near the city, many would pass by and read this. Crucifixions were public, meant to shock and warn others against crimes. Pedestrians would see “the king of the Jews” – the HEALER – dying on the cross. Pilot gave out the orders concerning the crucifixion, but his authority had been given.

THE SOLDIERS

Crucifixions were just their job, meant to teach a lesson to all about Roman law. They lifted up this Jewish man to die – unknowingly fulfilling Scripture. “And I, when I am lifted up from the earth, will draw all people to myself.” (John 12:32)

The soldiers had offered Him gall, a drink that would have dulled the pain, but Jesus had refused. The four soldiers performed their customary gambling, an activity associated with random chance. They divided up his clothes, as a sort of bonus for their job. They had to cast lots for the tunic because of how it was made, like that of a High Priest’s garment – all one piece. It could not be torn, so there would only be one winner of this souvenir. John highlights this was according to prophecy.  They asked Pilot to break the bones of the men, something they would do to speed up a crucifixion before the Sabbath. However, they did not break Jesus’ bones since when they came to him, He was already dead. This is a prophecy fulfilled from Psalm 22, sometimes referred to as the fifth Gospel. Remember, these soldiers were ROMAN. They were there to do their job in full, they weren’t playing games for anyone’s benefit except their own. They would not have been acquainted with Jewish Scripture. Yet they are the “THEY” in prophetic verses like Psalm 69:2:

“They also gave me gall for my food and for my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.” 

The soldiers, when seeing he was dead, pierced his side instead of breaking his bones, drawing forth blood and water. This is a direct fulfillment from Isaiah 53. It’s also a statement of His humanity, and his literal death. Only blood would have come from a living man, but the water and blood together show us he truly was dead. 

JOHN

“The disciple whom Jesus loved,” the only one of the 12 to bear eyewitness to the cross. John was tasked to take Jesus’ own mother, most likely a widow at this point, into his home. Jesus’ sympathy even in a moment of extreme pain, shows His kind heart.

Another way we see John’s role in this event is his testimony. John wrote, “And he who has seen as testified, and his testimony is true; and he knows that he is telling the truth, so that you also may BELIEVE.” We hold this precious testimony of the greatest, most relevant event in all of history. We see John’s purpose for recording the crucifixion.

THE WOMEN

His mother, and His mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. They were brave to go into the lion’s den like this. Scripture says they stood BY the cross. When almost all of the disciples had fled, betrayed and denied, these four brave women were there, weeping, acknowledging His great worth. They were literally beholding Him who was pierced and Mary would fulfill the prophecy, “the sword would pierce your own soul” (Luke 2:35) as she, as a mother, watched her son’s agony. Here we see God’s value of women, using them right next to the cross and in the unfolding events of the resurrection. We, as women, are called to be His disciples; our place still today is to behold the Man of Sorrows and behold the one pierced for us.

THE SECRET DISCIPLES

John points out that Joseph and Nicodemus both were afraid of what others thought of them at first. God used fearful, rich disciples to accomplish His will. What encouragement it is for us! Even in our doubts and failings, He is faithful to use us. 

Joseph of Arimathea was a prominent member of the Council, waiting for the Kingdom of God. He had somehow been aware of the transpiring situation, and he scrapped together his courage and went before Pilate, asking for the body of Jesus. This bold association of what looked like the “losing side” shows his love for Jesus and desire that he have a dignified Jewish burial. Once Pilot was sure that Jesus was indeed dead, he gave the permission for Joseph to take the body to his freshly hewn tomb. He rolled the stone there. Joseph worked with another ruler of the Jews, a Pharisee and teacher of Israel. John points out that Nicodemus had first come to Him by night, brought a mixture of myrrh and aloes. These two men took the body of Jesus and bound it in linen wrappings with 75 pounds (in our day) of spices, as was the burial custom of the Jews. They would have had to hurry to move the spices and the body all before work would stop for the Sabbath. Again, they were mobilized to fulfill prophecy.  “And they made his grave with the wicked and with a rich man in his death, although he had done no violence, and there was no deceit in his mouth.” (Isaiah 53:9)

      JESUS

      Each person involved in that Good Friday – from Pontus, to the Roman soldier who won the gambled tunic, to John who would declare His eyewitness account SO THAT WE MAY BELIEVE!  — each played their part in perfect accordance to the redemption story. Prophesies were ultimately fulfilled in the MAN of sorrows.  He fulfilled hundreds of prophecies in His life. 

      It’s clear from the text that Jesus gave His life WILLINGLY. At the end, our High Priest YIELDED HIS SPIRIT. As a crucifying event was very dehydrating, he said, “I am thirsty.”  Remember he was the GOD-MAN. John shows us both His humanity and divinity. He was 100 percent God, 100 man. He had a body. With His prophetic thirst and the drink of the sour wine (cheap wine), the boxes were then checked, and He bowed His head in complete authority and submission to die for our sins. 

      “No one has taken it away from me, but I lay it down on My own initiative. I have authority to lay it down, and I have authority to take it up  again. This commandment I received from My Father.” John 10:18

      He obeyed. “It is finished,” were His dying words. He had drunk the cup of wrath in full. His life work was accomplished, and it was time for Him to depart to go be with His Father.

      Since these fearful disciples Joseph and Nicodemus had pieced together their courage to give Him a Jewish burial, the global stage was now set for the most glorious outcome of all history forever. Here the curtains close for us, but when they reopen in John 20, we see the spectacular conquering of death in His resurrection. 

      His stay in the garden tomb would be short. 

      Dear Older Women

      Dear Older Women,

      Be honored it’s your title, not ashamed. You have a beautiful calling that explicitly honors God’s Word.

      We – the younger women – need you Titus 2 women desperately.

      You’re our examples of how not to be malicious gossips, enslaved to things like “anti aging” or social media. And speaking reverence for what God calls holy.

      With our youth and charisma, we may seem like we have it all together, know how to do our hair and makeup and have the right bag for every occasion, but our generation is starved of spiritual mothers. We have influencers galore, which is why we MAY know how to do our hair, but we need someone to enter into our actual living rooms and encourage and advise us specifically.

      We are designed to need encouragement to love our husbands in a world that attacks marriages. Exhortation to love our children and risk offending us to share how to raise them with biblical convictions. To teach what is GOOD in the noise of googling everything we don’t know. We have more knowledge on any subject than ever, but we are stressed, because we lack the wisdom and discernment to apply it.

      We need help to manage our homes in a way that what matters outlasts the cravings for aesthetics. Ground us on the eternal and not what the latest life hack link will solve. Declare to us what is sensible and pure.

      We desire to hear God’s word affirmed in the testimony of your years lived out. What do you wish you knew in your early years of marriage? We need flesh and blood mentors who we can see have imperfections and gray hairs, and yet God was faithful all the way.

      We might be too shy to ask for help or think you don’t have time, but we truly need your gracious encouragement and pointing to the gospel. Side by side worship and learning more about our Savior.

      Teach us the old-fashioned joy of working at home, kindness, and submission to our husbands SO THAT the Word of God will not be dishonored. Consider the mother and grandmother of Timothy who simply acquainted him with Scripture.

      The heart of our community and learning should be from our local church. Please pray for us younger women to be humble and ask to receive discipleship. Do not be afraid to reach out and initiate. As Howard Hendricks said, “the pedestals are empty.” A little motherly wisdom and love will go a long, long way.

      Love,
      The younger women who hope for the courage to be older someday soon

      Titus 2:3-5
      “Older women likewise are to be reverent in their behavior, not malicious gossips nor enslaved to much wine, teaching what is good, so that they may encourage the young women to love their husbands, to love their children, to be sensible, pure, workers at home, kind, being subject to their own husbands, so that the word of God will not be dishonored.”

      Best of the Year

      RECIPE OF THE YEAR 

      I have loved using this sourdough pizza recipe often. If you already have a starter, it’s fairly simple and hands-off as long as you think of it ahead of time. It makes a shareable amount, especially if you double. Our favorite is sort of a “meat lovers” with red sauce, sausage, bacon, chicken, pepperoni and fresh basil leaves. 

      BOOK OF THE YEAR 

      Becoming Elisabeth Elliot gave my husband and I lots to talk about and set me on a trajectory to read more about and by Elisabeth. I boiled down my most impactful takeaway from the book in “For whom did you carry the rock?”  

      THRIFT OF THE YEAR 

      If I wrote and showed you everything I thrifted this year, I’d have to make this a full-time thrifting blog. But I think my two favorites were a lamp, lampshade, and this dress (which conveniently hides coffee stains).  

      FREE THING OF THE YEAR

      A giant fiddle leaf fig. It seems to feel at home with us, though I heard a large leaf flutter to the floor today. Send non-fiddley energy and plant advice my way. It was so tall Luke had to play Mr. Willowby and trim off the top.

      TEA PARTY OF THE YEAR 

      Well, there’s two tea parties of the year. One was the annual mother’s day tea with scones, pear/goat cheese sandwiches and lemon curd on our wood table in the back patio. Second, was when our sister in law could join us, which made the sister set complete!  

      VIEW OF THE YEAR 

      The cabin always takes the cake, but in order to not be redundant I’ll choose the one where we could see the cutout of Seattle and Mount Rainier in one scan. Washington, you are beautiful and rural and oceany, and mountain meadowy. Also, a shoutout to Kansas, you never disappoint with your predictable horizons and shimmering sunsets. I’ll let you guess which is where.

      SONG OF THE YEAR

      As someone blessed to be surrounded by THREE brown-eyed loves in my family, this song feels like mine.

      “I didn’t know you’d have brown eyes
      Like to pray to Jesus, spendin’ Friday nights at home
      Didn’t know you’d be the strong kind
      Deeper than a coal mine lovin’ with a heart of gold

      And you’re everything that I’m not, everything that I want
      There’s a God, and baby you’re proof
      In those brown eyes, I know that I got to find
      A better me for you.”

      A Better Me for You, Max McNown

      VERSE OF THE YEAR

      “My sheep hear my voice, and I know them.” Now imagine that in the voice of a 3 year old on repeat, eager to recite it at Cubbies. I’m sure this verse will always endear me, and I happen to be studying its full context, John 10, right now. How awesome that we have a Shepherd who knows us, who protects His sheep, offering abundant life in a green pasture. His sheep can weed out the stranger’s voice because of their intimacy with Him. 

      “When he puts forth all his own, he goes ahead of them, and the sheep follow him because they know his voice. A stranger they simply will not follow, but will flee from him, because they do not know the voice of strangers.” John 10:4-5

      Our 2024 & MERRY Christmas!

      It’s been a minute since I’ve been here, so I thought I’d take the time to write up the year. We won’t forget our 2024 for a number of reasons.

      KITCHEN

      Cooking in an updated kitchen – what a great way to pass The Long Winter. Luke moved the fridge, tore down part of a wall, and it presented an unbroken counter space (pictures at the end).  Sourdough pizza, three-story sf cake, and Indian dahl (lentils) all emerged from it. We loved feeding people on our patio, especially our international friends from the local college.

      CHURCH

      Soon after Resurrection Sunday, our church merged with another. Luke jumped into a new-to-us ministry as an associate pastor, and we’ve loved the gift of many new sweet relationships. As I read through my prayer journal from a year ago, I’m so grateful for God’s clear faithfulness and leading. The church, in its brokenness, was HIS beautiful idea, and so it is with full confidence we can worship the Chief Cornerstone together, and take courage that He promised to build His church. Among the blessings is our life group who has been so lifegiving to us!

      HOME

      In April, Luke asked me to pray about finding a house closer to our church (in the bordering town). I wrote “new house?” on my prayer list and prayed a little dubiously, maybe a handful of times. But we viewed a couple properties, and then with much discussion and more prayer, we decided to attempt an offer on a 1925 house in need of sweat equity and optimism. Thankfully, Luke had sweat equity, and I had plenty of optimism.

      With the strategic help of our realtors, we made a big decision while on a road trip. In a gas station parking lot. In a tiny mountain town. With no wifi, data, battery life, or working car chargers. We eked out our signatures on a contract via our best-working phone, grasping at signal and mustard-seed faith. Meanwhile, we couldn’t help laughing like little kids at the landscape of such a serious moment.

      Oh, how I clung to our original vision, as we walked the property for the third time in July, this time with keys in hand. Could this scrappy little place–with its oddities and closet for a kitchen and no AC–truly be the best place for our family and ministry? I wish I could tell you all the ways God creatively provided through this process. 

      Everything begged for attention, but Luke rolled up his sleeves to redeem the hardwood floors lambasted with thick white paint. No small task.  

      In between houses, we spent the triple-digit summer at my parents’ delightful home across town. My 3-year-old and I swam, enjoyed the piano, went to baby appointments, read books, and thrifted treasures for our new home. Meanwhile, Luke spent many afternoons and evenings working to transform the place, with new and old friends pitching in to help (we have the kindest friends!).

      I picked bouquets from a garden I didn’t plant and agonized over paint colors and stain shades, but it was my dear friends and family who helped Luke put up gallons of it both inside and out.

      The roof went from a shabby grey to fresh brown, and the little house turned weathered white to a stormy blue with crisp trim. You all helped us install windows, find furniture, clean, as I said, paint, sort baby clothes, shingle and side, clean our car, pack and unpack, and move all of our things (TWICE!), cook us meals — all before home reno loan deadlines, winter, and a baby due date.

      Ironically, in addition to our big change, three of my sisters moved this year as well, so there were plenty of cleaning parties and cardboard boxes to go around.   

      TRAVEL

      We began by taking a trip to Kansas in windy March, stranded in Utah for a couple days, due to a blizzard in Wyoming. Finally in Kansas, we spent a refreshing week at the farm with Luke’s parents.

      At the end of May, we enjoyed my grandparents’ gorgeous cabin with my family. We loved the privilege of attending and officiating our good friends’ wedding in Gig Harbor, Washington. This was a quick, memorable getaway for just Luke and I, and we enjoyed staying right by the ocean in a cozy boathouse; we considered it an early five-year anniversary trip.

      In June, we journeyed to a Colorado camp for a large family reunion to see grandparents and a plethora of dear cousins. We drove on to Kansas from there to see all of Luke’s family. We took country road walks, made ice cream runs, ate pancakes for breakfast, played games and talked and laughed into the late evening. We ventured to church camp, but after that we stayed home to await Rosie’s arrival.

      FAMILY

      We are immensely thankful to be a family of four in ’24. Baby Girl was seven days late but came at the perfect time, giving us a couple weeks to settle into our new home (special thanks to my sisters and dear mother who helped me nest above and beyond). 

      The first official contraction happened during the Vice President debate (a nod to the interesting political time in history she entered), and she joined us before dawn the following morning. She endeared us all with her delicate, feminine features and love for socializing. It’s a treasure to see our children already bonding, knowing they will, Lord willing, grow old together. We have nothing but gratitude for our family’s growth this year.

      Both being part of large families, there’s always a flurry of change, earnest prayers, comings and goings, goodbyes and joyous reunions, laughter, stimulating conversation. Not to mention buzzing chat groups, delicious food, cutthroat Scattergory matches, Marco Polo monologues, spontaneous thrifting, lingering over coffee, and comparing notes on a variety of topics. The little cousins are already building a giant warehouse of special memories together.

      ONWARD 

      We’re approaching 2025! There’s much to be about, pray about, and praise God about. I’m excited to continue being a homemaker, take a few family trips and watch an even bigger kitchen transformation happen among other home projects. 

      We truly wish you each a VERY MERRY Christmas! It may start to sound cliche this time of year, but we can’t stop enough and marvel that God became flesh, walked among us, and shined light in our darkness. The best is yet to come for all who believe in Him. No matter what the year holds, we know and trust God is good, He is sovereign and powerful, and He loves us more than we can comprehend. 

      1) Our former kitchen before the remodel   2) Improved kitchen. Fridge and washer/dryer are hiding behind the wall. 

      Our 3-year-old enjoying the park and a sunset after a church softball game. It was a sportsy year, as I can’t believe we also played (and won!) a volleyball league season with great friends in the spring.
      Our BEAUTIFUL baby girl, “Rosie!” Her full name isn’t featured on this blog for privacy purposes, but you may be able to guess it from the 2nd part of her name on her blanket. 🙂
      Five years of marriage! Mount Rainier in the background.

      1) Our new living room BEFORE Luke’s work in sanding and staining the floors. 2) And NOW — a room full of Christmas and the warmth of fellowship of our young adult group watching a Christmas movie together. GOD IS GOOD.

      This quote struck me recently. “An ordinary day to you is making up their childhood.”

      For Whom Did You Carry the Rock?

      “For whom did you carry the rock?”

      It’s a strange question, I admit, but it’s one I’ve been asking myself nearly every day since I read Betty’s biography.*

      The question, and all its versions, (“but why did you carry that stone in the first place, Abi?”) has followed each time I’ve felt a twinge of entitlement or bitterness or like anyone owes me anything.

      Why does this rock question carry meaning?

      A young woman named Betty felt called to the mission field. She poured every ounce of her life’s passion into an isolated group, the Colorado Indians in Ecuador. The harvest was plentiful, but she stood in the gap as one of the few laborers studying the culture and the languages (actually, two of them).

      After a long nine months of harvesting meticulous translation notes, she received word that all of her documents had been stolen along with her luggage. She never saw them again, and her observations would never birth a single resource, let alone a Bible translation.

      Why would God waste the work of such a rarity — a talented Scripture translator willing to use her gifts for however long it took to reach an isolated people group? It was His gospel after all. Betty stared at the undressed truth that God’s sovereignty transcends what looks like efficiency to us. To her, it seemed like a storm without any rainbow, but God wove a fruitful plan for the woman who became Elisabeth Elliot. 

      Due to this experience with the Colorado people and what many would assume a “wasted year” in the jungle, Elisabeth Elliot was impacted by an apocryphal story (so it’s not Scripture), and now it haunts me too. It reminds me nothing done in the service of God is truly wasted, even when we are left confused by the results of our efforts.

      Here is the “lovely little African legend about Jesus,” that Elisabeth Elliot said, “hit her between the eyes.” Jesus and his disciples summited a mountain and along the journey he asked them each to pick up a stone. John chose a large one, Peter a small one.

      When they got to the top of the mountain, Jesus turned both stones into bread. Peter, of course, regretted choosing a small rock. Later, again Jesus asked Peter and John to pick up stones. This time, Peter found the largest stone he could muster. At the end of their day’s journey, Jesus brought his disciples to the edge of the water. There they were commanded to cast their stones into the water. Peter protested, thinking about the bread he’d hoped for, and his teacher answered, “For whom did you carry the rock?”

      This story resonated with me because I carry various stones in ministry and my motives can fluctuate. Sometimes I choose the size of effort based on the give-and-take I think I’ll receive.

      Why did I carry the rock? What if God never does anything with it? Or maybe He’ll turn it into bread I’ll never taste? Why did I mentor another believer? Why did I help with moving? Why did we share the gospel with our neighbor over and over and serve her until her dying breath, when she never seemed to turn to her Maker? Why am I in ministry at all? Did I carry that rock so I could have something for myself? Surely, God would reward His faithful servant. Why did we go on that rabbit trail of resources, training, and immersion in a culture? Is it a waste if God seemingly cuts the season short? If my marathon preparation never meets the race I expected?

      God doesn’t work according to our measures of efficiency. Yet He never wastes. As soon as we recognize this, we’ll cease striving and spewing about what doesn’t feel logical or fair. Instead, our very purpose is “to the praise and glory of God’s grace,” and we rest all of our labor with the Chief Cornerstone who declares, “I will build my church” (Matt. 16:18).

      We carry these rocks in obedience because He is good, because He can be trusted, and because He is worthy. Because God is good and big enough to hold something even as precious as the destiny of the Colorado Indians. He can hold even our unanswered questions.  

      If we’re doing His work for something other than God’s glory, we should get out now. Those are only the motions, and He doesn’t want empty lip service when our hearts are far from Him (Is. 29:13).

      It’s a joy to invest in friendships with those delightful, easy-to-love souls who share our sense of humor, and enjoy talking about the same things as us. We’re eager to pursue vibrant personalities who also love to give back. It’s comfortable and rewarding immediately.

      Did we seek to make disciples for Christ, or was it for us? He will not give His glory to another (Is. 42:8). 

      But purify our motives, Lord, and make us pure within. Let us seek to sacrifice out of hearts grateful for what You’ve already done for us, and for the eternal rewards you promise. Let us be willing to serve in ways which cost us, since you gave us Your costly love. Let us love the least of these, too. Cause us to hunger for the most magnificent, glorious purpose of magnifying YOUR name alone.  

      “But now we do not yet see all things subjected to him . . . for it was fitting for Him, for whom are all things, and through whom are all things, in bringing many sons to glory, to perfect the author of their salvation through suffering.” Hebrews 2:8b, 10

      Hebrews tells us we won’t see all things subjected to Him right now – we’ll have the rabbit trails and speed bumps. So let us introduce others to glory, not for the mere hope of an earthly satisfaction, but for the One whom “from Him, and through Him and to Him are all things. To Him be the glory forever” (Romans 11:35). Let His love be our reward even amidst aching loss, and let Him have the first place in our motives.  

      And we can say in spite of stolen time and jungle sweat, like Elisabeth Elliot did,  “Of one thing I am perfectly sure: God’s story never ends with ‘ashes.’”

      For whom are you carrying your rocks for? 

      *“Becoming Elisabeth Elliot” by Ellen Vaughn