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About Sunday Night Live!

Kim Wier

Kim Wier

Live from Houston, it’s Sunday Night! We’re talking about what matters most to you. From living your dreams to managing the messes, from local issues to breaking world events, be part of the conversation with expert guests, compelling features, and engaging discussions. It’s fast-paced. It’s interactive. It’s entertaining – and always fun. It’s Sunday Night Live! Along with being the host for Sunday Night Live, Kim’s a Christian writer and speaker. She loves sharing Christ in creative ways! Kim is married to her loving husband, Tony, and is the mother of 4 grown children. She’s an admitted chocolate and coffee addict and her favorite verse is 2 Corinthians 5:21. She says that this verse “encapsulates all of God’s love and sacrifice, compassion and provision in a few marvelous eternity-changing words.”

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When we encounter Jesus - we encounter the world differently. Join us now with John Barry. www.ksbj.org ... See MoreSee Less

When we encounter Jesus - we encounter the world differently. Join us now with John Barry. www.ksbj.org

The nail that held Him to the cross bore my name - and yours.

"And he died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for him who died for them and was raised again." 2 Corinthians 5:15
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The nail that held Him to the cross bore my name - and yours. 

And he died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for him who died for them and was raised again. 2 Corinthians 5:15

It was a horrible sight. The graceful teacher’s hands which had reached out to lepers, blind men and children were pierced and gnarled around a ghastly iron rod. The touch that brought comfort and hope was now mangled and repulsive, the matched companions of gouged feet no longer free to fulfill the call to “follow me.”
He had promised that he would carry unbearable burdens. He said his own yoke was easy and his burden light; but the crossed timbers he carried through the streets proved too heavy for own shoulders. Once strong arms, raised high to calm a raging sea were unable to reach down to calm his weeping mother.
How could this be the man who had amazed even his enemies with his wisdom and power? Helpless. Broken. Bloodied. Bruised. He hung as a convicted man yielding to a horrifying penalty before a throng of mockers. Voices that lauded him, now called taunts. “You saved others, why don’t you save yourself?”
It was what his own friends wanted to cry out. “Save yourself. Save your reputation. Save all the work we did together these last three years. Save the plan. Save your people. Save yourself! Show them it isn’t all a lie. Show them who you are. Show them we did not waste our time following you. Show them!”
His followers reeled. Had he really been sent from God? Could it all have been a delusion? Had sane men forsaken everything to follow a fraud?
He was speaking. “Father, forgive them for they do not know what they are doing.”
Forgive them? Mockers. Murderers. Certainly they knew what they were doing. They were torturing and killing an innocent man. The guilty rejecting the innocent. How could that be forgiven? How could he desire that they walk away absolved?
If he was helpless, those who watched were even more powerless. The ache of their despair grew with each passing moment. Those who put their trust in him now had to question: God where are you now? Hope was gone.
“It is finished.” His final words echoed to the depths as he was swallowed by death.
With his last shuddering breath, the earth shuddered with him. The ground shook. The sky grew black. The sun wore a shroud. It was finished indeed.
Saturday the sun rose as if it had forgotten the nightmare. Had it been real? Was the man really the Son of God as he had claimed? How could he be? How could the Son of God be restrained by nails? Would God would allow his son to suffer at the hands of mere men?
The sun climb the sky, but Saturday brought only regret, chaos, abandonment, and humiliation. The promised kingdom of God had not come after all. Hope and anticipation died on the cross.
On the third day the sun dawned again, but this time it was outshined. Shaking off the defeat and decay of mortality, the son of righteousness rose with healing in his wings. Humiliation was consumed by splendor. Death was put to death.
Hope was resurrected as the reality of the Risen Christ collided with the expectations of mortal man. What should a Savior be? Suffering servant. The innocent for the guilty. Death as the path to Life.
Today we remember the grief. Saturday we honor the silence. Sunday the sun will rise. A rooster will crow somewhere. Blue skies will blanket the heavens. And the reality of Easter’s revelations will shake us all over again with the magnitude of Love so great it would take our place as the guilty one.

"He himself bore our sins" in his body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; "by his wounds you have been healed." 1 Peter 2:24

Kim
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It was a horrible sight. The graceful teacher’s hands which had reached out to lepers, blind men and children were pierced and gnarled around a ghastly iron rod. The touch that brought comfort and hope was now mangled and repulsive, the matched companions of gouged feet no longer free to fulfill the call to “follow me.” 
 He had promised that he would carry unbearable burdens.  He said his own yoke was easy and his burden light; but the crossed timbers he carried through the streets proved too heavy for own shoulders. Once strong arms, raised high to calm a raging sea were unable to reach down to calm his weeping mother. 
How could this be the man who had amazed even his enemies with his wisdom and power? Helpless. Broken. Bloodied. Bruised. He hung as a convicted man yielding to a horrifying penalty before a throng of mockers. Voices that lauded him, now called taunts. “You saved others, why don’t you save yourself?” 
 It was what his own friends wanted to cry out. “Save yourself. Save your reputation.  Save all the work we did together these last three years.  Save the plan.  Save your people. Save yourself!  Show them it isn’t all a lie.  Show them who you are.  Show them we did not waste our time following you.  Show them!” 
 His followers reeled. Had he really been sent from God? Could it all have been a delusion?  Had sane men forsaken everything to follow a fraud? 
He was speaking. “Father, forgive them for they do not know what they are doing.”
 Forgive them? Mockers. Murderers. Certainly they knew what they were doing. They were torturing and killing an innocent man.  The guilty rejecting the innocent. How could that be forgiven? How could he desire that they walk away absolved? 
 If he was helpless, those who watched were even more powerless.  The ache of their despair grew with each passing moment.  Those who put their trust in him now had to question: God where are you now? Hope was gone. 
 “It is finished.”  His final words echoed to the depths as he was swallowed by death.   
With his last shuddering breath, the earth shuddered with him. The ground shook.  The sky grew black. The sun wore a shroud. It was finished indeed.
 Saturday the sun rose as if it had forgotten the nightmare. Had it been real?  Was the man really the Son of God as he had claimed?  How could he be?  How could the Son of God be restrained by nails? Would God would allow his son to suffer at the hands of mere men? 
The sun climb the sky, but Saturday brought only regret, chaos, abandonment, and humiliation. The promised kingdom of God had not come after all. Hope and anticipation died on the cross.
 On the third day the sun dawned again, but this time it was outshined. Shaking off the defeat and decay of mortality, the son of righteousness rose with healing in his wings. Humiliation was consumed by splendor. Death was put to death. 
 Hope was resurrected as the reality of the Risen Christ collided with the expectations of mortal man. What should a Savior be? Suffering servant.  The innocent for the guilty. Death as the path to Life.
 Today we remember the grief. Saturday we honor the silence. Sunday the sun will rise. A rooster will crow somewhere.  Blue skies will blanket the heavens. And the reality of Easter’s revelations will shake us all over again with the magnitude of Love so great it would take our place as the guilty one.  
 
He himself bore our sins in his body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; by his wounds you have been healed. 1 Peter 2:24

Kim