Walking in Shadow

Paul Zastoupil is a friend and one of the missionaries we support at our church. He and his family are near Nairobi, Kenya, as long term missionaries. One of the ministries he manages is On Field Media (OFM). The following is an example of their work.

Road to Resurrection

The following is an Easter event we put on at our church. This is the 4th year we've done it. I remember when my dad originally walked me around the grounds here and talked to me about the idea he had to turn the place into "Jerusalem of Jesus' day" and do a walk-through depiction of the trials, crucifixion, and resurrection of Christ. It sounded a bit far-fetched...I was short-sighted.

What stands out to me the most is that it takes so many people doing so much to make it all happen (oh yeah, and a lot of prayer and the hand of Almighty God). 99.9% of it is done by volunteers/members of the church. There's construction, set design, costumes, cast, extras, sound, lighting, props, marketplace, setup/cleanup, etc. By the time the invitation to receive Christ is given each night, it is actually the people of the church that have collectively presented the gospel message.

marriage and men

Maker of the universe

This is a poem by F.W. Pitt. Phil Keaggy made it a song and put it on his "Way Back Home" album.

As G. Campbell Morgan said, "the Sinless became the Sin-bearer". Or as Peter put it, "... Christ also suffered once for sins, the just for the unjust".

Here, Pitt drives home the point that everything used to torture and kill Christ was made with His creative power.


The Maker of Universe
---- F.W. Pitt

The Maker of the Universe
As Man, for man was made a curse.

The claims of Law which He had made,
Unto the uttermost He paid.

His holy fingers made the bough,
Which grew the thorns that crowned His brow;

The nails that pierced His hand were mined,
In secret places He designed.

He made the forest from whence there sprung
The tree on which His body hung;

He died upon a cross of wood,
Yet made the hill on which it stood.

The sky that darkened o'er His head,
By Him above the earth was spread.

The sun that hid from Him its face,
By His decree was poised in space.

The spear which spilled His precious blood
Was tempered in the fires of God.

The grave in which His form was laid
Was hewn in rocks His hands had made.

The throne on which He now appears
Was His from everlasting years;

But a new glory crowns His brow,
And every knee to Him shall bow.