In an ever-changing secular culture that is shaping the minds and hearts of our future leaders, God has given Trevin Wax a unique platform to communicate the biblical worldview to the body of Christ. It has been a joy for Dawn (SICM’s Executive Assistant) to observe how God has shaped and equipped Trevin since childhood under the godly influence of his parents, Kevin and Rhonda Wax. We recently heard Trevin speak at a conference and his passion for truth and his love for his Savior is evident. Please reflect on Trevin’s pensive and encouraging poetry and worship the Risen Christ with us! May each of you experience a grateful and joyous Resurrection Week over the next few days!

A Good Friday Meditation

“And when Jesus had cried with a loud voice, he said, Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit: and having said thus, he gave up the ghost.” (Luke 23:46)

He is dead: this man from Nazareth, the Messiah of Israel, the Lord of the world.

With His dying breaths, He spoke words of forgiveness, finality, and faith.

But now the breathing has ceased, and the lungs that exhaled forgiveness are deflated. My Jesus – dead.

The eyes that looked at the crowds with compassion are closed. My Jesus – dead.

The arms that reached out to the unworthy are lifeless. My Jesus – dead.

The hands that touched the leper are driven through with spikes. My Jesus – dead.

The ears that heard the cries of blind men are deaf. My Jesus – dead.

The lips that told news of a kingdom are stilled. My Jesus – dead.

The voice that calmed the seas is silent. My Jesus – dead.

The feet that walked on water are stopped. My Jesus – dead.

The heart that bled for sinful humanity no longer beats. My Jesus – dead.

The Bread from heaven, broken on earth.

The Light of the world, in the shadow of death.

The Vine that bears fruit, withered and fallen.

The Gateway to God, now sealed in a tomb.

The Shepherd of souls, struck down by the sheep.

The resurrection and life, a crucified corpse.

My Jesus – dead.

“…who loved me and gave Himself for me.” 

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A Resurrection Day Meditation

“Mary Magdalene came and told the disciples that she had seen the Lord…” (John 20:18)

He is alive! This man from Nazareth, the Messiah of Israel, the Lord of the world.

With the breath of creation, He speaks of peace, faith, and mission.

With lungs full of air, He breathes on His disciples and grants His Spirit. My Jesus – alive!

The eyes that saw the darkness of death now drink in the sunlight of Easter. My Jesus – alive!

The arms that hung from a cross of wood now embrace a world of grief. My Jesus – alive!

The hands that bear the scars of love now lift the head of doubters. My Jesus – alive!

The ears that were deafened by death are now filled with the joy of God’s people. My Jesus – alive!

The lips that cried out, “Finished!” now promise “I make all things new!” My Jesus – alive!

The voice that lay silent in the grave now sings the song of life. My Jesus – alive!

The feet that were wrapped in grave clothes now stroll the shores of Galilee. My Jesus – alive!

The heart that bled for sinfulness now beats again in righteousness. My Jesus – alive!

The Bread from heaven, a feast for earth.

The Light of the world, chasing away the shadows.

The Vine that bears fruit, blooming and full.

The Gateway to God, thrown open and ready.

The Shepherd of souls, raised in life abundant.

The resurrection and life, returned, never to taste death again.

My Jesus – alive!

“And Thomas answered and said unto him, My Lord and my God.” (John 20:28)