The Lord is my Shepherd.
And He provides. Leads. Renews. Comforts.
Then I come to the table. His table.
“You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies…” (Psalm 23:5).

The Lord is my Shepherd.
And He provides. Leads. Renews. Comforts.
Then I come to the table. His table.
“You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies…” (Psalm 23:5).

Resurrected. Standing in their midst.
Jesus, the crucified.
Still bearing marks of nails in his hands and feet, the cut of a spear’s entry in his side.
Jesus, who died on the cross. Was buried in a tomb. Now risen. And right before their eyes.
The disciples see. And believe.

How can it be?
Rabbi. Healer. Friend.
Hanging in this place of death.
On a Roman cross.
Master, who loved in truth,
speaking life and light
to all who had
ears to hear.
How could it lead to this?
