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From Arbel

by DanWolgemuth on March 22, 2019

A simple walk. A familiar setting, and once again, Mary spotted wild life that I would have walked past. This time, a Cooper’s Hawk in a Ponderosa Pine.

I paused and she calibrated my line of sight. And yes, there it was. Beautiful. Elegant, really. A puffed chest and a spotted tail. Virtually motionless. Hidden to anyone who is distracted or unfocused. Like me.

But not to Mary.

She wants to see wild life. She works to see wild life. And yes, she sees it. Consistently.

Days before Mary spotted the Cooper’s Hawk, I stood on the top of Mt. Arbel in Lower Galilee. It was the morning of our fourth day on tour in Israel. The city of Capernaum anchored my view to the left, and the Sea of Galilee stretched out in front of me. The view was breathtaking. Timeless.  A variation on a view that Jesus would have had. Perhaps as He taught, most certainly as He prayed.

The canvas of His mission stretched in front of Him. A city of encounters. A Sea as a classroom. A distant shore as a mission to engage the possessed and abandoned.

While I had expected to walk in the footsteps of Jesus, I hadn’t expected to catch an unrestricted view of what Jesus saw. From every vantage point, Jesus saw His mission. His focus was precise and locked.

He pursued what others dismissed. He engaged what others avoided. He loved what others despised… and from the mountain top at Arbel, I saw it. My version of a Cooper’s Hawk sitting on a branch that I had looked right past.

The overlooked. The ignored.

The least of these.

His eyes. His vision.

They came to the other side of the sea, to the country of the Gerasenes. And when Jesus had stepped out of the boat, immediately there met him out of the tombs a man with an unclean spirit. (Mark 5:1–2, ESV)

From Capernaum. Through a storm. To the other side. For an outcast.

On mission… always, on mission.

Unclean. Possessed. But in the center of Jesus’ vision. Beyond the nakedness, the self-destruction, the fear.

Jesus calibrated the eyes of His followers on why He came. Why He sacrificed. Why He endured.

In that instant, from Arbel, I caught a glimpse of what Jesus saw on the other side. I saw what His eyes never missed.

Eyes of compassion. A message of hope.

A Cooper’s Hawk. From Arbel.

“…For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost.” (Luke 19:10, ESV)


Beyond a Hero

by DanWolgemuth on March 15, 2019

Thanks for continuing to read my weekly Friday Fragments.  I hope they encourage and inspire you.  The Fragment below is a piece that I wrote a couple of years ago.

Against the backdrop of focused evil, heroes emerge. Names surface from the ashes. Individuals step in harms way on behalf of others.

From Brussels, to Paris, to Columbine… heroes.

Brave and strong. Courageous and committed.

Raising a fist to injustice and prejudice and hatred. Standing in the gap. Blood- splattered photographs expose the risk. Funerals define the ultimate sacrifice.

Names are highlighted with tears. Medals adorn in insufficient distinction.

A Purple Heart. A Bronze Star.

Honor is due when evil is confronted.

Valor meets terror… destiny turns.

But what about when someone steps in front of justice? How do you describe an act when a just sentence is averted by the sacrifice of another?


In Christ. God put the wrong on him who never did anything wrong, so we could be put right with God. (2 Corinthians 5:21 Message)

Jesus didn’t step in front of an evil or terrorist act on our behalf… no, He stepped in front of justice.

His medal of honor was a crown of thorns. His grave a borrowed tomb. His trial a mockery.

His act of courage was mercy.

He personally carried our sins
in his body on the cross
so that we can be dead to sin
and live for what is right.
By his wounds
you are healed. (1 Peter 2:24, NLT)

He hoisted our rebellious and evil acts. He carried the horror of our misdeeds. And not after we got our act together… our sentence was not commuted because of good behavior.

For one will scarcely die for a righteous person—though perhaps for a good person one would dare even to die—but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. (Romans 5:7-8 ESV)

Beyond the boundary lines of bravery… a Savior. Eclipsing the definition of a hero… Jesus.

He stepped in front of justice for me… for us. On assignment from His Father.

Absorbing our guilt. Redeeming our shame.

Jesus threw Himself on the wrath of God so that we could live, and live abundantly.

An empty tomb invites celebration. Sweets. Egg hunts. Banquets.

The cross demands worship.

Beyond a hero… a Savior. Born to die. Crushed. Mocked. Condemned.

For me. For us.

Because of that obedience, God lifted him high and honored him far beyond anyone or anything, ever, so that all created beings in heaven and on earth—even those long ago dead and buried—will bow in worship before this Jesus Christ, and call out in praise that he is the Master of all, to the glorious honor of God the Father.  (Philippians 2:9-11 Message)





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