The Journey with Ron Moore

What’s the secret to holding fast to the one who holds on to you? How do you maintain a firm grip on faith when the road of life is pitching and heaving?

Today, Ron Moore offers guidance to that end. It’ll strengthen your devotion to the One who’ll never let you go, whatever road you’re on.

Christian faith is not blind. In fact, it sees all the way to the city whose foundation lasts forever.

In this half-hour, Ron Moore displays the evidence of that claim so you can be sure of your heavenly home.

Are you looking for a stable place to live your life? One safe from the seismic forces rocking your world. A place to stand, where hope is certain, and security is promised.

That’s Ron Moore’s topic today. Listen and find your spiritual footing in this time of global turmoil.

It’s Good Friday but Sunday’s comin’. What does that mean for this world of heartache and aching beauty?

It’s a simple and profound message and Ron Moore is here to share it in this half-hour.

Eleven men sat in a darkened room.  There had been twelve. Now one was dead. Along with darkness was a mixture of hopelessness and confusion.  Jesus had promised so much. He had performed so often. His words were so certain. But now . . . now all the promises, miracles, and words were bound in grave cloths, lying cold and still in a dark tomb. Their hope was buried with him.

Death is seldom welcome. It barges into life like an impatient intruder. But for these men it was not just death, but the way it came that made it all so unbelievable. In a whirlwind of events He had been falsely tried, beaten, and sentenced to die. The face that calmed their hearts winced as the mocking crown of thorns was jammed into his head. The hands that healed were grotesquely constricted by the spikes driven through his wrists. The lips that spoke with authority now screamed desperate cries to God. The Healer, helpless? The Christ, crucified? Hanging naked on a Roman cross? Not the Messiah! Never!

They sat in the darkened room. The doors were bolted shut. Certainly those who had killed Jesus would be coming for them. The deafening silence was broken as every cough and creaking chair echoed throughout the room. The shuffling feet, the heavy sighs served as reminders of the tension.

But then . . . in an instant . . . He was there! In the room! In the light of the flickering candles he showed them all the proof they needed. His hands. His side. He was there!! Alive!! Every word he had spoken was true! Every promise fulfilled! Death conquered, forever!

Today many live in a darkened world. Living lives of fear, confusion, discontentment, and despair.  Searching for meaning and significance. . . in all the wrong places. Occupying themselves with busy days. Losing sleep over things that matter little. Losing time over things that matter most. And all the while, He is there.

He shines His light on the darkened soul, exposing sin. His arms are open wide accepting and forgiving the confessing sinner. And for all who turn and trust and call Him Savior and Lord, He speaks words of peace—eternal peace with God; lasting peace for tomorrow; settled peace for today.

Have you seen the risen Savior in your darkened world? He is there! Follow Him in the resurrection of new life!

It’s Good Friday but Sunday’s comin’. What does that mean for this world of heartache and aching beauty?

It’s a simple and profound message and Ron Moore is here to share it in this half-hour.

To the Roman soldiers it was just another day’s work. The assignment of putting criminals to death had hardened their hearts. Gambling for the clothes of those who hung naked dulled their ears from the cries of pain. Breaking the legs of the victims ensured a shorter workday. Running a spear through the side of the one in the middle was part of the job. Justice was done. Their task was complete. The three were dead.

Those beneath the cross wept; saddened to lose a son and a friend. Those looking on smiled; satisfied that their enemy had been silenced.  Those standing at a distance were confused. The brutal death of their leader was not why they had dropped their nets, waded out of the water, and followed him.

The events of the past twenty-four hours spun out of control in the disciples’ heads and hearts. The blur of events caused moments of disbelief and moments of nausea. Denial was repeatedly replaced by waves of emotion so strong they could not stand. The expectation that they would be soon be put to death had transformed them from followers to fugitives. Paralyzed with fear they hid together planning what their next move would be and when it was safe to make it. Exhaustion forced fitful sleep but they awoke to another day of wringing their hands. Every hope, dream, and promise died when he cried, “It is finished”. It was finished. They saw him take his last breath. It was time to go back home.

To the Heavenly Father it was the day death died. What seemed like chaotic events that led to an untimely end was all on the sovereign schedule. When the time was right, God sent his Son. Like poison at the mouth of a stream contaminates the entire flow, so the willful disobedience of Adam and Eve contaminated the entire human race.  Sin separated man from the designed and desired relationship. Physical death was just the picture of a worse judgment yet to come.  Every human was on a fast track to eternal separation from God. But…God came down and paid the penalty himself. The wrath against sin was poured out on Jesus. He paid the penalty for our sin. His voluntary death on our behalf put death to death. Our trust in that sacrifice gives us life.

To demonstrate that the work of Jesus was sufficient for all time, God raised him from the dead. Death was dead. Life was restored. The promises were true after all. Hope was restored. Those beneath the cross wept for joy. His enemies made up stories to cover their confusion. The disciples fell at his feet and called him Lord.


What do you do with the day death died? What will you do with the offer of life in the living Lord?

When Jesus cried out from the cross, “My God, my God why have you forsaken me?” He was not asking, “Why have you left me forever?” Jesus knew He was leaving the world and going to the Father (John 14:28, 16:10, 17). Jesus was not rejecting God. He repeats, “My God.” Jesus knew that He was dying for our sins.

Jesus’ cry is a quotation from Psalm 22, a Psalm in which the psalmist asks why God is so far from helping him, why God delays in rescuing him.

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, so far from my cries of anguish? My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer, by night, but I find no rest.

-Psalm 22:1-2

Jesus, in his human nature, knew He would have to suffer and to die. But in his human consciousness He probably didn’t know how long the suffering would take. To bear the guilt of millions for a moment would cause great anguish. To face the wrath of God for an instant would be more than any of us could bear. But Jesus’ suffering was not for a minute, or a couple minutes, or even half an hour. In His humanity, He didn’t know when it would end. Hour after hour, the wrath of God was poured out on Jesus. Jesus, I believe, is asking, “Why must this go on for so long? Will it ever end?”

Then finally, He had borne all the wrath of the Father against our sins. God’s wrath on sin was appeased. He knew all that remained was to give up His spirit and die. At that point, He cried out in victory, “It is finished!” which means “Paid in Full.” At the cross, the wrath of God was fully satisfied. Then Jesus called out in a loud voice, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit” and breathed his last (Luke 23:46).

Our salvation is free…but oh, so costly. We must never take our purchase price for granted.


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