A Letter of Hope

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13 Who is going to harm you if you are eager to do good? 14 But even if you should suffer for what is right, you are blessed. “Do not fear their threats ; do not be frightened.” 15 But in your hearts revere Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect, 16 keeping a clear conscience, so that those who speak maliciously against your good behavior in Christ may be ashamed of their slander.17 For it is better, if it is God’s will, to suffer for doing good than for doing evil. 18 For Christ also suffered once for sins, the righteous for the unrighteous, to bring you to God. He was put to death in the body but made alive in the Spirit. 19 After being made alive, he went and made proclamation to the imprisoned spirits— 20 to those who were disobedient long ago when God waited patiently in the days of Noah while the ark was being built. In it only a few people, eight in all, were saved through water, 21 and this water symbolizes baptism that now saves you also—not the removal of dirt from the body but the pledge of a clear conscience toward God. It saves you by the resurrection of Jesus Christ, 22 who has gone into heaven and is at God’s right hand—with angels, authorities and powers in submission to him.(1 Peter 3:13-22 NIV)

We have it made here in the USA when it comes to being Christians. We are free to go to whatever church we want or to stay home if we want. We're free to buy a Bible whenever we want and tear pages out of it if we want. And, thank God, no one will knock on our door and arrest us for our beliefs. It is not a crime to be a Christian, and you gotta love the old question; if it were, would there be enough evidence to convict? We are reading a passage written in the dark period of being Christian. Peter lovingly wants those believers who are reading his letter to be safe and sure about their faith.

Peter was writing to communities of believers scattered across Asia Minor — people who were strangers and exiles in their own world, facing social pressure, suspicion, and in some cases outright hostility simply because of their allegiance to a crucified and risen Lord.

This was not abstract theology. These were real people navigating real danger. And yet the letter breathes with a strange, undeniable confidence — not the confidence of people who have been spared suffering, but the confidence of people who know what suffering cannot touch.

We are in the season of Easter. The alleluias are still fresh. But the world we return to on Monday morning is the same one Peter’s readers inhabited — one where faith costs something, where doing good does not always go rewarded, and where the resurrection can feel, on hard days, more like a creed than a lived reality.

This passage speaks precisely into that gap. It tells us what to do with our hope when the world pushes back. And it anchors everything — absolutely everything — in the risen Christ.

Peter opens with a question that sounds almost optimistic: “Who is going to harm you if you are eager to do good?” But he does not linger there long, because he knows the answer is not always “no one.” He pivots almost immediately: “But even if you should suffer for what is right, you are blessed.”

This is one of the more countercultural claims in the New Testament, and we should sit with it rather than rush past it. Peter is not promising that goodness will protect you from harm. He is promising something far stranger: that harm sustained in the cause of goodness is not a sign of God’s absence. It is, he says, a mark of blessedness.

We hear echoes of the Beatitudes here — Jesus on the mountainside, telling the poor in spirit and the persecuted that the kingdom belongs to them. The world’s ledger and God’s ledger do not always balance the same way. What the world counts as loss, the kingdom sometimes counts as gain.

In Eastertide, this truth takes on even sharper edges. The resurrection is the ultimate proof that God’s arithmetic is different from ours. The cross looked, by every human measure, like the end. It was not. Death, which appeared to have the final word, turned out to be a comma. And if God can do that with crucifixion, then suffering for doing good is not something to be feared — it is something to be endured with open eyes and a quiet heart.

Peter even borrows the words of Isaiah: “Do not fear their threats; do not be frightened.” The risen Christ has dethroned the thing that fear is ultimately about. If death is not the end, then the threats that trade on the fear of death have lost much of their power.

Now comes the verse that has anchored Christian witness for two thousand years: “But in your hearts revere Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect.”

We sometimes call this the great apologetics text — the verse that sends people to seminaries and debate podiums and philosophy classrooms, armed with arguments for the faith. And those endeavors have their place. But notice what Peter actually says. He does not say, “Be ready to prove your faith.” He says, “Be ready to give the reason for the hope that you have.” The question he is imagining is not primarily an intellectual challenge. It is a human one. Someone looks at your life and asks: “How do you keep going? Where does that come from?”

The implication is striking: the lives of these early Christians were so visibly, tangibly different — marked by a quality of hope that did not wilt under pressure — that people around them were asking questions. Their witness was not primarily an argument. It was a life.

And here is the Eastertide connection: what makes that life possible? What is the source of hope that holds steady when circumstances say it should not? It is not optimism, not resilience, not positive thinking. It is something that happened in history, to a specific person, on a specific morning.

Peter also tells us how to give this answer: with gentleness and respect. The tone of our witness is not incidental to its content. A faith that has been reshaped by a crucified and risen Lord ought to look different — more patient, less combative, less anxious about winning. We speak from a position of security, not threat. We do not need to be aggressive, because the truth we carry does not depend on our performance of it.

Peter now reaches the theological heart of the passage: “For Christ also suffered once for sins, the righteous for the unrighteous, to bring you to God.”

This is one of the most compressed and powerful statements of the gospel in all of Scripture. Let us unfold it slowly.

“Christ also suffered.” The word also is doing significant work here. Peter has just been talking about the suffering his readers are enduring, and he says: Christ suffered too. Your suffering is not a place where Christ is absent. It is a place where Christ has already been.

“Once for sins.” The word once in Greek is hapax — once, and once only, with permanent effect. The sacrifice of Christ is not repeated. It does not need to be. Its scope is complete. This is why the early church spoke so insistently about the once-for-all nature of the atonement: it is finished. The ledger is closed on the debt side.

“The righteous for the unrighteous.” This is the great exchange at the center of the gospel. The one who owed nothing paid the debt of those who owed everything. And the purpose? “To bring you to God.” Not merely to rescue us from consequences, but to restore us to relationship. The goal of the cross is not simply a cleared conscience — it is a face-to-face, unobstructed, permanent access to the Father.

Then come eight words that contain all of Easter: “He was put to death in the body but made alive in the Spirit.” The cross was real. The tomb was real. And the resurrection was real. The same body that was put to death was made alive — not resuscitated, not spiritualized away, but raised. This is the foundation on which everything Peter says rests. If Christ is not raised, the suffering of these scattered believers is pointless. If Christ is raised, then their suffering is held within the orbit of a victory that cannot be undone.

Peter then moves into territory that has puzzled readers for centuries — the proclamation to imprisoned spirits, the days of Noah, the ark, and baptism. A full treatment of these verses belongs in a longer study, and scholars have debated their precise meaning since the earliest centuries of the church. But let us notice what Peter seems most interested in, because that is where the devotional weight falls.

Whatever the precise nature of Christ’s proclamation to the imprisoned spirits, the point Peter is driving toward is this: the victory of Christ is cosmic in scope. It reaches beyond the visible world, beyond the boundaries of our immediate experience, into dimensions we cannot fully see. The risen Christ is not merely a personal Savior in a private sense — he is Lord over every authority and power, every principality and dominion.

The reference to Noah reinforces this sweep. In the days of the flood, a tiny remnant — eight people — were carried through the waters of judgment into new life on the other side. Peter sees in this a picture of baptism. Not the washing of the body, he is careful to clarify, but “the pledge of a clear conscience toward God.” Baptism is the moment when a person stakes their life on the resurrection — when they go under the water as one thing and come up as another, not because the water has power in itself, but because it is done in the name of the one who went into death and came out the other side.

And then the passage ends with one of the most triumphant images in all of Scripture: “Jesus Christ, who has gone into heaven and is at God’s right hand — with angels, authorities and powers in submission to him.”

This is where the risen Christ is right now. Not distant, not dormant, not waiting for history to catch up to him. He is reigning. The one who suffered is the one who rules. The one who was put to death in the body is the one at whose name every knee will bow. And it is this Christ — reigning, living, present — whom we are called to revere in our hearts as Lord.

For Reflection

There is a thread running through every verse of this passage: the resurrection changes what suffering means.

For Peter’s readers, suffering was not theoretical. It was the texture of daily life — the cold shoulder at the marketplace, the suspicion of neighbors, the possibility of something worse. Peter does not minimize any of it. He does not tell them to pretend it is not happening. He tells them something far more powerful: he tells them who is on the throne.

For us, the pressure may take different shapes. The cost of following Jesus in our context may be social rather than legal, relational rather than physical. But the core question is the same: when it costs something to live as a follower of Christ, does your hope hold?

Peter says it can. Not because we are strong enough, but because the one in whom we hope has already walked through the worst that the world can do — and walked out the other side. Our suffering is not a place where Christ is absent. It is a place where Christ has already been. And the one who was there in the darkness of the tomb is the same one who is now seated at the right hand of the Father, every power subject to him, interceding for us.

That is Eastertide hope. Not optimism. A Person.

PRAYER: Lord Jesus Christ, You suffered once for sins — the righteous for the unrighteous — to bring us to God. We thank you that suffering was not the end of your story, and so it need not be the end of ours. Revive in us this Eastertide the hope that your resurrection makes possible — not a wishful hoping, but a grounded, unshakeable confidence in the one who is seated at the Father’s right hand. Teach us to hold that hope openly, to speak it gently, and to live it boldly in the ordinary days that follow this holy season. To you be glory and dominion, now and forever. Amen.

Have a great and blessed day in the Lord! OUR CALL TO ACTION: Think of one person in your life who might look at you and wonder where your hope comes from. Pray for one natural opportunity to tell them — not with an argument, but with a story. The story of why, in spite of everything, you still believe.

I love you and I thank God for you! You matter to God and you matter to me. Alleluia. Christ is risen. The Lord is risen indeed. Alleluia.

Pastor Eradio Valverde, Jr.

You Will Not Be Alone

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15 "If you love me, you will keep my commandments. 16 And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Advocate, to be with you forever. 17 This is the Spirit of truth, whom the world cannot receive, because it neither sees him nor knows him. You know him, because he abides with you, and he will be in you. 18 "I will not leave you orphaned; I am coming to you. 19 In a little while the world will no longer see me, but you will see me; because I live, you also will live. 20 On that day you will know that I am in my Father, and you in me, and I in you. 21 They who have my commandments and keep them are those who love me; and those who love me will be loved by my Father, and I will love them and reveal myself to them." (John 14:15-21 NRSV)

In my career of the second half of my life I seek to make sure people are ready to leave this life by making sure those who stay behind do not have to suffer. Yes, it's called life insurance. I love and still try to sell people on eternal life insurance; that is the kind found in accepting Jesus as Lord and Savior, but that's a more personal decision. Life insurance ensures that the financial burdens of one's absence not leave pressure on one's spouse and surviving offspring. The first policy I sold was to a friend whose dad had bought a policy of $50,000 back when that would have covered a lot. We're talking the 1960s. Had the father died in the 60s the family would have been fine. In the 1960s my parents bought their home for $11,000. New cars were on average worth about $3,000. But the dad did not die until 2021 and the $50,000 did not cover much.

Here we see Jesus making plans for His departure and what He knew to be important and needed once he was not there with the Disciples. His love made sure to let them know they were not to be orphans. Jesus knew their hearts and minds and their abilities and He knew they needed a lot.

It is the night before the crucifixion. The disciples are gathered around a table that still smells of bread and wine. Their teacher has just told them he is going away — and that where he is going, they cannot yet follow. The air in that upper room is thick with confusion, grief, and the kind of dread that settles into your chest when you sense that something irreplaceable is about to be taken from you.

They are afraid of becoming orphans.

And into that fear, Jesus speaks these words — not as a theological lecture, but as a promise. A promise so staggering that we are still unfolding it two thousand years later, here in the bright, alleluia-filled days of Eastertide.

We are not orphaned. We never were. And this passage tells us exactly why.

I. Love Is Not Sentiment — It Is Kept Commandments (v. 15)

Jesus opens with a word that might catch us off guard: "If you love me, you will keep my commandments."

In our culture, love is very often measured by feeling — the warmth in the chest, the tears at a wedding, the nostalgia of a childhood hymn. But Jesus consistently refuses to let love remain in the realm of emotion alone. Love, for Jesus, has a shape. It has hands and feet. It shows up in how we treat the stranger, the poor, the difficult neighbor.

This is not a transaction. He is not saying, "If you want to earn my favor, you must perform." He is saying something more intimate than that — almost biological. A vine produces fruit because it is a vine. It cannot help it. In the same way, a person who truly loves Jesus will naturally, organically, begin to be shaped by his teachings. The commandments are not a cage; they are the form that love takes when it walks through the world.

In Eastertide, we celebrate a risen Lord who is not merely a memory. He is alive. And because he is alive, his call on our lives is alive too. The resurrection does not retire his teachings — it ratifies them. The one who said "love your enemies" and "serve the least of these" is the same one who broke the power of death. His words carry the weight of eternity.

So we begin here: Easter is not just a Sunday. It is an invitation to a way of life, a life shaped by the commandments of the one we love.

II. Another Advocate — The Gift We Cannot See (vv. 16–17)

Then Jesus makes a breathtaking promise: "I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Advocate, to be with you forever."

The word translated "Advocate" is the Greek parakletos — literally, "one called alongside." It is the word for a defense attorney who stands beside the accused, for a counselor who remains close in the storm, for a comforter who does not leave when the night grows long. It has also been translated Comforter, Helper, Counselor, Intercessor.

Notice that Jesus calls this figure "another Advocate" — which implies that Jesus himself has been the first one. He has been walking alongside them for three years, answering their questions, calming their fears, steering them back when they wandered. And now, he promises that this same ministry of presence will continue — not through a distant memory, but through one who will be in you.

The Spirit does not operate at arm's length. The world, Jesus says, cannot receive the Spirit because it looks only at the surface of things. But for those who belong to Christ, the Spirit takes up residence — not as a houseguest who might leave, but as an inhabitant, a presence woven into the fabric of the believer's inner life.

This is the Eastertide miracle that we often underestimate: the risen Christ is not merely risen — he is present. Through the Spirit, the distance between heaven and the human heart collapses. You are not praying toward a remote deity. You are breathing in the presence of one who has made your very life his home.

III. "I Will Not Leave You Orphaned" (v. 18)

These may be the most tender words in this entire passage: "I will not leave you orphaned; I am coming to you."

The word for "orphaned" in Greek is orphanous — from which we get our English word. It carries with it all the vulnerability, isolation, and grief of a child who has no one to turn to. Jesus sees the fear in their eyes and calls it by its name. He knows they are terrified of being left alone in a hostile world.

And he says: that will not happen.

For many of us, if we are honest, orphanhood is a feeling we know — not necessarily because of the loss of parents, but because of the particular loneliness of the spiritual life. There are seasons when God feels remote. When prayer feels like leaving messages that no one retrieves. When the silence of suffering makes us wonder if anyone is there at all.

Jesus speaks directly into those seasons. His promise is not "you will always feel my presence." His promise is far more durable than feeling: "I am coming to you." The resurrection itself is the proof. He came. Death could not hold him, grief could not silence him, and the fear of the upper room could not contain him. He came — through locked doors, in the breaking of bread, on a beach at dawn.

And Eastertide is the season when the church re-learns this truth: we serve a God who comes. We are not orphaned. We are found.

IV. The Trinitarian Life We Are Invited Into (vv. 19–21)

The passage closes with a vision so luminous it can be easy to rush past it: "On that day you will know that I am in my Father, and you in me, and I in you."

This is not merely a description of doctrine. This is an invitation. Jesus is pulling back the curtain on the inner life of God — Father, Son, and Spirit in a perpetual exchange of love — and telling his disciples that they are not spectators to this divine communion. They are participants in it.

You in me, and I in you.

This mutual indwelling — what the early church called perichoresis, a kind of divine dance — is the very life into which every believer is drawn. The same love that flows between the Father and the Son now flows toward us and, remarkably, through us. We do not love God from the outside. We are loved from the inside.

And the evidence of this love? "They who have my commandments and keep them are those who love me; and those who love me will be loved by my Father, and I will love them and reveal myself to them."

Notice the cascade: love kept in action → the Father's love → Jesus's love → self-revelation. The risen Christ continues to make himself known. He is not a figure locked in the past. He is a living Lord who reveals himself still — in Scripture, in sacrament, in the face of the neighbor, in the still small voice of the Spirit in the interior of the soul.

This is Eastertide: not the fading of Easter Sunday's excitement, but the unfolding of all that resurrection means. The empty tomb is not the end of the story. It is the door through which we are invited to walk — into the very life of God.

For Reflection

The Easter season lasts fifty days for a reason. One Sunday is not enough to absorb what resurrection means. The early church understood that we need time to let the truth of Christ's victory settle down into our bones, our habits, our daily choices.

This passage from John 14 gives us three Eastertide gifts to carry into the days ahead:

First, we have a Companion. The Holy Spirit is not a force or an atmosphere — the Spirit is a Person, a Paraclete, one who walks alongside you in every moment of this day. You are not navigating life alone.

Second, we have a Promise. Christ said he would not leave us orphaned, and he has kept that word. Whatever season of dryness or doubt you may be walking through, the promise holds. He is coming to you.

Third, we have an Invitation. The life Jesus describes — you in me, and I in you — is available right now, not as a reward for spiritual achievement, but as the gift of a God who has already made his home in you.

PRAYER: Loving Lord, We confess that we have sometimes lived as orphans — anxious, alone, as though the grave had won. Forgive us. Fill us afresh with your Spirit, the Advocate you promised, that we might know — not just believe, but know — that you are in the Father, and we are in you, and you in us. Let this Easter season be more than a memory of an empty tomb. Let it be the beginning of a life fully alive in you. We pray this in your name, and by your Spirit, to the glory of the Father. Amen.

Have a great and blessed day in the Lord! OUR CALL TO ACTION: Choose one of Jesus's commandments to keep with fresh intentionality this week — whether it is loving an enemy, serving someone in need, or simply forgiving a debt of the heart. Let your love take a shape the world can see.

I love you and I thank God for you! You matter to God, and you matter to me! Alleluia. Christ is risen and we are not alone!

Pastor Eradio Valverde, Jr.

You Are Known

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“You have searched me, Lord, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar.” Psalm 139:1–2 (NIV)

Dear Friend, This is a preview of what could be a second devotional source. Please pray that it be anointed by the Lord for those who might need such a word. Also, please lift up in prayer a 16 yr old young lady from La Joya, Texas battling terminal cancer. Aunesty Garcia has been battling cancer for some years now; went through remission and the cancer has returned with a vengance; latest was a huge mass found in her brain last night. Aunesty is the granddaughter of a preacher; she has tremendous faith, but needs our prayers. Please pray that God's will be done in her body and life.

There is a particular loneliness that has nothing to do with being alone. You can feel it in a crowded room, at a busy table, in the middle of a conversation that skims the surface of things without ever touching what is real. It is the loneliness of being unseen — of moving through your days with the quiet, unspoken fear that if people really knew you, truly knew you, they might not stay.

Psalm 139 is written for that loneliness. It is one of the most intimate pieces of writing in all of Scripture, and it opens with a word that stops the reader in her tracks: “You have searched me, Lord, and you know me.” Not “You have observed me.” Not “You are aware of my general situation.” You have searched me. The Hebrew word is chaqar — the word used for a miner digging deep into the earth to find what is buried there, or for a judge who examines a case with thorough, unhurried care. God has done this with you. He has gone all the way down.

And what did He find when He went that deep? He found everything. “You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways” (vv. 2–3). The sitting and the rising — the rhythms of the ordinary day. The thoughts from afar — the ones half-formed before they reach words, the ones you barely know you are thinking. The going out and the lying down — the movement between your public self and the private one who finally gets quiet at night and reckons honestly with the day.

God knows all of it. Not in a surveillance way — not the cold, cataloguing gaze of someone looking for evidence against you. In an intimate way. The way a mother knows the sound of her child’s breathing in the next room. The way someone who has loved you for decades can tell from the set of your shoulders that something is wrong before you have said a word. God knows you the way the people who love you most only partially manage to. And He is not alarmed by what He finds.

Before You Had a Name

The psalm takes us further than just the present moment. In verses 13 and 14, David reaches back before birth: “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.” The word translated “inmost being” is the Hebrew word for the kidney — which in the ancient world was understood to be the seat of the deepest self, the place where the most private emotions and truest longings lived. God did not form the outside of you and then encounter the inside of you later. He created the inside first. He knew your inmost being before He knew your face.

The image of knitting is worth staying with. A knitter does not rush. She works stitch by stitch, row by row, with patience and intention. She knows the work in progress in a way no one else does — she knows what it will be before it is finished, she has chosen the colors, she has planned the pattern. And God, the psalm tells us, did this with you. Before you were born. Before you could do anything to earn His attention or justify His investment. He was already at work, already intimately acquainted with the person you were becoming.

That means the knowing came before the earning. He did not know you because you proved yourself worthy of being known. He knew you into existence. The knowledge is prior to the performance. And that changes everything about what it means to be in relationship with Him — because you cannot impress someone who was already there at the beginning, and you cannot surprise someone who already knows every thought before it reaches words.

What It Costs to Be Truly Known

There is a reason we hide from being known. Being truly known is the most vulnerable thing in the world, because it means the other person has real information about you — real grounds for rejection. As long as you present only the best version of yourself, any love that comes back is conditional on the version you have presented. But to be fully known and still fully loved — that is the thing we most long for and most fear.

David, of all people, knew what it was to have things about him that he would rather God had not seen. He was an adulterer and a murderer, a man whose private failures stood in stark contrast to his public reputation as a man after God’s own heart. And yet this is the psalm he wrote. The man who had every reason to hide from divine scrutiny instead leaned into it — because he had learned that being known by God is not the same as being judged by God. The God who searches and knows is also the God who leads, who guides, who holds.

Verse 10 is quietly extraordinary: “even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.” The hand that searches is the same hand that holds. The knowledge is not prosecutorial — it is relational. God knows you completely so that He can love you completely. There is no part of you that He has not seen, and there is no part of you that lies outside the reach of His care.

Living from Being Known

Here is what changes when you truly receive this: you stop needing to perform for God. Not because holiness stops mattering, but because you realize that the relationship is not built on your performance in the first place. You are already fully known. The searching has already happened. And the verdict is not condemnation — it is love. A love that chose you before you had done anything, that knit you together before you were born, that attends to your sitting and your rising and your half-formed midnight thoughts.

David ends the psalm with an invitation — not a boast, but a surrender: “Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting” (vv. 23–24). He is not afraid of being known, because he has come to trust the one who is doing the knowing. That trust is available to you today.

You do not have to curate yourself for God. You do not have to present the best version of yourself in prayer or pretend that the anxious thoughts are not there. He already knows. He has always known. And He has not looked away. The God who searched you and found everything is the same God who holds you fast — and He is not letting go.

A Moment to Pause

Is there a part of yourself that you have been keeping hidden — even from God? What would it feel like to bring that specific thing into the open today, trusting that the God who already knows it is holding you, not prosecuting you?

A Brief Prayer

Lord, You have searched me and You know me — all the way down, all the way back. You were there before I had words or memories or a face the world could recognize. You know the thoughts I haven’t spoken and the fears I haven’t named, and You have not turned away from any of it. Today I choose to stop hiding from You. I bring You the unsorted places, the anxious thoughts, the parts of me I am least proud of — and I trust that the hand that searched me is the same hand that holds me. Lead me in the way everlasting. I am grateful to be known by You. In Your strong name I pray, Amen.

Your Word for Today

Known.

When the day feels uncertain, return to this: I am fully known and fully held.

I love you and I thank God for you! You matter to God and you matter to me!

Pastor Eradio Valverde, Jr.

Keep Your Eyes on Jesus

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55 But Stephen, full of the Holy Spirit, looked up to heaven and saw the glory of God, and Jesus standing at the right hand of God. 56 “Look,” he said, “I see heaven open and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God.” 57 At this they covered their ears and, yelling at the top of their voices, they all rushed at him, 58 dragged him out of the city and began to stone him. Meanwhile, the witnesses laid their coats at the feet of a young man named Saul. 59 While they were stoning him, Stephen prayed, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.” 60 Then he fell on his knees and cried out, “Lord, do not hold this sin against them.” When he had said this, he fell asleep. (Acts 7:55-60 NIV)

Dear Friend, I thank you for your prayers and for sharing your thoughts on my question about the name change of this ministry. I shared with some of you that I will keep the name ConCafé for this devotional and I may start Heavenly Hope as a website or some other sort of publication. "The joy of the Lord is my strength" is a verse that describes my joy in sharing these devotionals with you and some of you share the same verse in your responses to me. May the Lord bless you and keep you. Quick update: Rev, Whyte, the pastor from Canada, is now in Canada thanks to an air ambulance that flew him and his wife home this Tuesday morning; thanks be to God!

This passage introduces us to two important men in God's plan for the salvation; one was the first person to die for his faith. The second was there because he approved of this death. The first's death would later impact the second's future. The martyr was Stephen, a man chosen to be a Deacon, a servant to people on the Lord's behalf, who paid the ultimate price for his faith. Like Jesus, he was hated for his relatioship with God and falsely accused of wrong things.

We are in the great fifty days of Easter — the season when the Church lives in the light of the empty tomb, singing alleluias and feasting on the reality of resurrection. It may seem surprising, then, to pause at the stoning of Stephen. Death feels out of place in a season of life.

But look more carefully. Stephen's death is not a contradiction of Easter. It is Easter applied — the resurrection power of Jesus made visible in a human life surrendered completely to God. This is what Eastertide is for: not merely to celebrate that Jesus rose, but to ask what his rising changes about how we live, how we suffer, and yes, how we love our enemies.

Luke tells us Stephen was "full of the Holy Spirit." That phrase is doing enormous work. Stephen was not a bishop or an apostle — he was a deacon, appointed to serve tables. Yet in his moment of greatest crisis, he was not empty, not grasping, not afraid. He was full.

And what did that fullness produce? He looked up. In the middle of a crowd that had turned to a mob, in the moment his life was about to be taken, Stephen's gaze went upward. He saw the glory of God. He saw Jesus — not seated, as Psalm 110 describes him in rest, but standing. Standing, as if to receive his servant home. Standing, as if to bear witness on Stephen's behalf before the courts of heaven.

Stephen's declaration — "I see heaven open" — was not a private vision he kept to himself. He spoke it aloud, to people who were already furious with him. This was not recklessness. This was witness. The Greek root of our word martyr simply means witness. Stephen bore witness with his words and, moments later, with his blood.

Notice what his testimony provoked. The crowd covered their ears. They could not bear to hear it. This is a telling detail: the truth of the risen Christ is not always received; sometimes it is violently refused. The resurrection does not guarantee our comfort or our safety. It guarantees that what we speak and suffer for is real, is permanent, and is watched over by One who stands on our behalf.

Luke, the careful historian, makes one other detail explicit: a young man named Saul was there, watching the coats of the executioners. That detail will matter enormously later. God was writing a story that no one in the crowd could yet read.

When the stones begin to fly, Stephen prays two prayers. The first: "Lord Jesus, receive my spirit." The second: "Lord, do not hold this sin against them."

You have heard these words before. From the cross, Jesus said, "Father, into your hands I commit my spirit." From the cross, Jesus prayed, "Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing." Stephen is not imitating a dead hero. He is being conformed, by the Holy Spirit, to a living Lord. The resurrection meant that Jesus' pattern of dying — trusting, forgiving — could now be reproduced in others. Easter is the engine of that reproduction.

This is perhaps the most radical claim of the Christian gospel: that the grace shown on Good Friday was not a one-time event, but the opening of a new way of being human. Stephen inhabits that new humanity fully, completely, even to his last breath. The resurrection did not make Stephen immune to suffering. It made him capable of forgiving in the midst of it. That is the Eastertide transformation: not escape from the hard things, but grace sufficient to meet them with open hands and an upward gaze.

PRAYER: Risen Lord, fix our eyes on you when the world presses in. Make us full of your Spirit — full enough to look up, full enough to speak the truth, full enough to forgive. Let the resurrection that raised you raise the quality of our love. In the name of our Lord Jesus we pray, Amen.

Have a great and blessed day in the Lord! OUR CALL TO ACTION: This week, choose one person who has wronged you — and pray for them by name, daily, asking God to bless them. Let Stephen's last words become the practice of your ordinary days.

I love you and I thank God for you! You matter to God and you matter to me! Keep your eyes on Jesus, for He is life and that in abundance.

Pastor Eradio Valverde, Jr.

You Might Just Be a Living Stone!

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2 Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation, 3 now that you have tasted that the Lord is good. 4 As you come to him, the living Stone—rejected by humans but chosen by God and precious to him— 5 you also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house to be a holy priesthood, offering spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ. 6 For in Scripture it says: “See, I lay a stone in Zion, a chosen and precious cornerstone, and the one who trusts in him will never be put to shame.” 7 Now to you who believe, this stone is precious. But to those who do not believe, “The stone the builders rejected has become the cornerstone,” 8 and, “A stone that causes people to stumble and a rock that makes them fall.”They stumble because they disobey the message—which is also what they were destined for. 9 But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light. 10 Once you were not a people, but now you are the people of God; once you had not received mercy, but now you have received mercy. (1 Peter 2:2-10 NIV)

Leave it to American marketing to have convinced millions to buy a non-breathing pet. I'm referring to the phenomenal craze which was The Pet Rock. It was 1975 and an advertising manager by the name of Gary Dahl who was in a casual conversation about how real pets require care and that a rock, if it were to become a pet, would require no care at all. Mr. Dahl took the idea and ran with it, selling 1 million rocks in four months. The timing was right, the rocks were cheap and from Mexico, they shipped in a cardboard carrying box that looked like a pet carrier with air holes, and it came with a humorous instruction manual entitled, "The Care and Training of Your Pet Rock." Selling for around $4 it was very affordable and made for a great gift.

Leave it to the Bible to come up with some solid (yes pun intended) plays on words like saying a stone could be living, and The Living Stone was the Lord Jesus Himself; and those who came to Him would become, like Him, living stones as well. Once and now. Before and after. The way things were, and the way things are. Peter is writing to scattered, displaced believers who have every reason to feel small, forgotten, and inconsequential. And he reaches for the most radical reorientation available to him: he tells them who they are. Not who the world says they are. Not who they feel like on their worst days. Who God has declared them to be. And the distance between “once” and “now” in this passage is nothing less than the distance between the cross and the empty tomb.

Eastertide is the season of “now.” The resurrection has happened. The stone has been rolled away. The old things have passed. And Peter’s invitation in this passage is to live from that “now” — fully, joyfully, and with the kind of settled confidence that comes from knowing exactly who you are and whose you are.

Peter opens with one of the loveliest images in his letter: “Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation — now that you have tasted that the Lord is good.” The image of a newborn is not a picture of weakness. It is a picture of appetite. A newborn knows exactly what it needs and makes no apology for wanting it urgently, persistently, and at inconvenient hours.

But notice the sequence Peter gives us. The craving doesn’t come first. The tasting does. “Now that you have tasted that the Lord is good” — the craving is the result of having already tasted. You don’t crave something you’ve never experienced. You crave something you’ve had a first taste of and can’t quite get enough of. Peter is assuming that the people he’s writing to have already had that moment. The moment when grace became real, when prayer felt like an actual conversation, when the Word opened and something in you said: yes, that is true, I have always known that was true.

You have tasted. The question the Eastertide season puts to us is: are you still craving? Or have we grown so accustomed to the grace of God that it no longer stirs the appetite it once did? One of the subtle dangers of a long faith is that we can gradually move from hunger to habit. We go through the motions of devotion without the desire. We arrive at the Word without anticipation. We come to prayer as an obligation rather than a meal.

Easter is a recalibration of appetite. The risen Christ is not stale. The gospel is not old news. The same grace that first broke through to you is available right now, in the same freshness, with the same power. The Lord is still good. The milk is still pure. And the invitation to come and taste again is extended to every one of us, no matter how long we have been walking this road.

Peter pivots from the image of a newborn to the image of a building, and he places one stone at the center of it all: the living Stone, rejected by humans but chosen by God and precious to him. The reference is unmistakably to Jesus — and the word “living” is everything. This is not a metaphor for a dead teacher whose memory endures. This is the risen Christ, alive and active, the cornerstone of a structure that cannot fall because He Himself cannot be held by death.

Peter is drawing from Psalm 118, the same psalm quoted when the crowds welcomed Jesus into Jerusalem — “The stone the builders rejected has become the cornerstone.” The builders of the world assessed this stone and found it unsuitable. Too rough, perhaps. Too inconvenient. Too costly. And they set it aside. But God chose it. God declared it precious. And on the morning of Easter, God demonstrated precisely how wrong the builders’ assessment was.

Here is the extraordinary thing Peter does next: he tells his readers that they, too, are living stones. “You also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house.” Not just building blocks — living ones. Not static, inert material, but people who share in the resurrection life of the cornerstone. You are not merely positioned near the living Stone. Something of His life has gotten into you. The same resurrection energy that raised Christ from the dead is at work in those who are built on Him.

And notice the tense: “are being built.” Present continuous. The construction is not finished. God is still placing stones, still shaping and fitting the community together, still doing the work of making something beautiful out of the very people the world has overlooked, dismissed, or declared unsuitable. If you have ever felt like you were the wrong shape for the life you were supposed to have — too broken, too ordinary, too far past your best years to be useful — this image is a word directly to you. The divine Builder is still working. You are not a reject. You are a living stone in the hands of the one who specializes in using what the world casts aside.

And now Peter arrives at the passage’s great crescendo — four declarations of identity stacked one on top of another like the richest gift you have ever been handed. Read them slowly, because each one is meant to land.

A chosen people. Not chosen because of merit or achievement. Not selected because you got your life together or finally became the person you always meant to be. Chosen — which means the choosing happened before you did anything to earn it. You were wanted before you knew to want back. That is the only kind of choosing that is truly grace.

A royal priesthood. In the Old Testament, the priesthood was a narrow, hereditary office — a small group of people with the specific vocation of bringing humanity before God and bringing God’s presence to humanity. Peter says that in Christ, that vocation has been democratized. Every one of you is a priest. Every one of you has direct access to the Father. Every one of you carries the vocation of making God’s presence known in the ordinary spaces of your life. And you carry it royally — not as a burden but as a dignity.

A holy nation. Holy does not primarily mean morally superior. It means set apart for a purpose. You belong to a community that crosses every border of ethnicity, nationality, culture, and class — a nation shaped not by geography or bloodline but by the resurrection of Jesus Christ. You are citizens of something that will outlast every earthly empire. That citizenship is your deepest identity.

God’s special possession. The Greek word here — peripoiesis — was used in the ancient world for a treasure kept safely by its owner, something valued above ordinary goods. You are not incidental to God’s story. You are not a bystander or an afterthought. You are the treasure He purchased at the cost of His Son’s life, and He intends to keep you.

Peter gives these four declarations not so we can feel good about ourselves, but so we can do something with them: “that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.” The purpose of knowing who you are is to point to the One who made you that way. The identity is not the destination — it is the launching pad. We are chosen, royal, holy, and treasured so that we might tell the world something true about the God who calls the rejected, the forgotten, and the once-nobody into the glorious light of belonging.

And then Peter closes with those two quiet, devastating words: once and now. “Once you were not a people — now you are the people of God. Once you had not received mercy — now you have received mercy.”

The “once” is real. Peter does not pretend it wasn’t. There was a time before. A time of wandering, of being no one in particular, of looking for belonging in places that could not hold you. A time of living outside the mercy that was always, already, waiting to be given. The “once” is not something to be ashamed of — it is part of your story. Without the “once,” you cannot fully appreciate the “now.”

But the “now” is the point. And the “now” is held open by the resurrection. Easter is what keeps the “now” from collapsing back into the “once.” Because Christ is risen, the mercy is not withdrawn. Because the cornerstone is living, the building stands. Because you are built on the one who came back from the dead, nothing — not failure, not weakness, not the accumulated weight of your worst days — can reduce you back to nothing. You are the people of God. You have received mercy. That is not temporary. That is permanent.

So let that be the word you carry out of this room today. Not a to-do list. Not a new spiritual program. Just this: you are not who you used to be. The “once” is behind you. The “now” is the ground beneath your feet. And the risen Christ, the living Stone, is holding the whole thing together.

PRAYER: Living Stone, risen Lord — thank You that the “once” is behind us and the “now” is held open by Your resurrection. Build us into what You have declared us to be: chosen, royal, holy, and Yours. May we live from that identity today. Amen.

Have a great and blessed day in the Lord! OUR CALL TO ACTION: Write down one of the four identity declarations from this passage — chosen people, royal priesthood, holy nation, or God’s special possession — whichever one your soul most needs to hear right now. Put it somewhere you will see it every day this week. Read it aloud each morning as a statement of who you are, not a wish for who you might become. Let the “now” be louder than the “once.”

I love you and I thank God for you! You matter to God and you matter to me! Once you were not a people. Now you are the people of God. Live like it.

Pastor Eradio Valverde, Jr.

He Who Defeated Death Says...

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1 “Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God ; believe also in me. 2 My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? 3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. 4 You know the way to the place where I am going.” 5 Thomas said to him, “Lord, we don’t know where you are going, so how can we know the way?” 6 Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. 7 If you really know me, you will know my Father as well. From now on, you do know him and have seen him.” 8 Philip said, “Lord, show us the Father and that will be enough for us.” 9 Jesus answered: “Don’t you know me, Philip, even after I have been among you such a long time? Anyone who has seen me has seen the Father. How can you say, ‘Show us the Father’? 10 Don’t you believe that I am in the Father, and that the Father is in me? The words I say to you I do not speak on my own authority. Rather, it is the Father, living in me, who is doing his work. 11 Believe me when I say that I am in the Father and the Father is in me; or at least believe on the evidence of the works themselves. 12 Very truly I tell you, whoever believes in me will do the works I have been doing, and they will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father. 13 And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son. 14 You may ask me for anything in my name, and I will do it. (John 14:1-14 NIV)

I have lost tract of how often I have used this passage at funerals. It serves to comfort me as much as those grieving, for it is Jesus, the Son of God, our Lord and Savior, Who said these words after He shared with His disciples that He was on His own way to die. The disciples, especially Peter, did not take it well. It was not the end they anticipated. Some thought Jesus was truly the one who would overthrow the Roman presence in Israel; others thought He would establish a permanent kingdom of His own, with two disciples believing they would help reign with Jesus and so had asked for seats; one to HIs right, and the other to His left.

Jesus spoke these words on the night before He died. The disciples did not know what the next eighteen hours would hold — the garden, the arrest, the trials, the cross, the silence of a sealed tomb. But Jesus knew. And knowing all of it, He looked at the faces around that table and said: “Do not let your hearts be troubled.”

We read those words now from the other side of Easter. We know what happened next. We know the tomb is empty. And that changes everything about how these words land. What Jesus spoke that night as promise, the resurrection morning confirmed as fact. Every claim He made in this passage — about a place prepared, about a way to the Father, about works continuing through His people — the empty tomb has put its seal on every one.

This is an Eastertide word. Not just a word of comfort for troubled hearts, but a word of orientation for people learning, day by day, what it means to live in the light of resurrection. So let’s sit with three moments in this text, and let each one do its work.

Jesus opens with a word about a place. “In my Father’s house there are many dwelling places… I go to prepare a place for you.” The word the NRSV translates as “dwelling places” is mone in the Greek — a word of settled permanence. Not a waiting room. Not temporary lodging. A home. And there is room. Many dwelling places. The Father’s house has not run short of space.

What gives us the right to believe this promise is real? The resurrection. Jesus said He was going to prepare a place, and then He would come again. He went — to the cross, into death, into three days of silence. And then He came back. If He could do that, we have every reason to trust that He can do what He said about the room.

The instruction “do not let your hearts be troubled” is not a call to manage our emotions or put on a brave face. The Greek word for troubled is tarasso — it means churning, agitation, like water being stirred up. Jesus knows the disciples’ inner lives are turbulent. He doesn’t minimize that. He addresses it with something solid: believe. Believe in God. Believe also in me. The antidote to a troubled heart is not a technique. It is a person — a risen, trustworthy, promise-keeping person.

The antidote to a troubled heart is not a technique. It is a person.

Whatever is churning in you today — whatever uncertainty or grief or unanswered question is making the ground feel unsteady beneath you — Jesus speaks this same word into it. Not “everything is fine.” Not “your feelings are wrong.” But this: I have been to death and back. The place is real. Trust me with this.

Thomas asks the question everyone else is probably thinking but won’t say out loud: “Lord, we do not know where you are going. How can we know the way?” I have always admired Thomas for this. He refuses to pretend. He will not nod along in false comprehension. He asks the honest thing, and in return he receives one of the greatest sentences in all of Scripture.

“I am the way, and the truth, and the life.” Three enormous nouns, stacked in a sentence of breathtaking simplicity. And notice what Jesus does not say. He does not say: I will show you the way. I will teach you the truth. I will explain how to find life. He says: I am these things. The way is not a road or a method or a set of instructions. It is a person. The truth is not a doctrine or a proposition. It is a person. The life is not a condition to achieve or a reward to earn. It is a person. It is Him.

When Thomas met the risen Christ eight days after Easter and fell to his knees saying “My Lord and my God” — he was not discovering something he hadn’t known before. He was recognizing at last what had been true all along. The one he had walked with, questioned, followed, and watched die — that one was the way, the truth, and the life. The resurrection simply made it impossible to doubt anymore.

Philip follows with his own request, and it echoes across every generation: “Lord, show us the Father, and we will be satisfied.” He is looking past Jesus toward some other, bigger, more impressive revelation. And Jesus turns his face gently but directly back: “Have I been with you all this time, Philip, and you still do not know me? Whoever has seen me has seen the Father.”

Philip wanted to see God. So do we — especially in hard seasons, especially when faith feels thin. And the Eastertide answer is the same as it was in that upper room: open your eyes. The risen Christ standing before you is the face of God made visible. If you want to know what God is like — what He thinks of suffering, what He does with death, how He feels about the lost and the broken and the searching — look at Jesus. Risen, present, and fully recognizable as the one who bore our sin and walked out of the grave.

If you want to know what God is like, look at Jesus. The risen Christ is the face of God made visible.

The third moment in this text is the one most likely to catch us off guard. “Very truly I tell you, the one who believes in me will also do the works that I do and, in fact, will do greater works than these, because I am going to the Father.” Greater works than Jesus. The claim seems impossible until you understand what He means.

The key is “because I am going to the Father.” Jesus’ going — through death, resurrection, and ascension — makes possible the gift of the Holy Spirit. And the Spirit distributes the ministry of the risen Christ across not one body but millions. Jesus, in His earthly life, was geographically limited. He healed in Galilee. He taught in Jerusalem. But through His people, alive with His Spirit, the work of the kingdom has spread to every continent, every culture, every century. That is the greater works. Not a single person doing something more impressive than Jesus — but the risen Christ, multiplied through His church, doing what He did everywhere, across all of time.

This is the vocation we carry out of Easter and into the ordinary week. We are the people through whom the risen Christ continues His work in the world. Not in our own strength, not by our own cleverness, but in His name — which is to say, in alignment with His character and His kingdom purposes. When He says “I will do whatever you ask in my name,” He is not offering a blank check. He is offering something far better: the assurance that when we pray and work and serve in step with who He is, He acts. He is present. He is moving. The greater works are not behind us. They are still unfolding.

Here is what holds all three of these moments together: the resurrection. Without Easter, John 14 is a beautiful but ultimately heartbreaking set of promises made by a man who died two days after he made them. With Easter, it is the verified testimony of the living Lord — every word underwritten by the most astonishing event in human history.

He said He was going to prepare a place. He went through death and came back. The place is real. He said He was the way, the truth, and the life. Thomas’s knees hit the floor. Philip could see the Father’s face in His. The claims hold. He said His people would do greater works because He was going to the Father. The Spirit came. The church was born. The works continue, to this day, in this room, in this community, in your ordinary life this coming week.

Do not let your heart be troubled. This is not wishful thinking or pious sentiment. It is an instruction with the empty tomb behind it. The risen Christ has earned the right to say it. And we, who have heard the Easter story, have every reason to let it be true in us.

PRAYER: Risen Lord, You are the Way when we are lost, the Truth when the ground feels uncertain, the Life when we are running empty. Still our troubled hearts with the solid weight of Your resurrection, and send us into this week as people who carry Your presence and Your works into the world. Amen.

Have a great and blessed day in the Lord! OUR CALL TO ACTION: This week, name your troubled place. Write it down or speak it aloud in prayer, and then deliberately lay it before the risen Christ — the one who went through death and came back and can be trusted with whatever is churning in you. Let the resurrection be bigger than your worry, just for today. Then do it again tomorrow.

I love you and I thank God for you! You matter to God and you matter to me. The tomb is empty. The promise is kept. Do not let your heart be troubled.

Pastor Eradio Valverde, Jr.

The Lord is My Shepherd, Even Now

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1 The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. 2 He makes me lie down in green pastures; he leads me beside still waters; 3 he restores my soul. He leads me in right paths for his name's sake. 4 Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I fear no evil; for you are with me; your rod and your staff— they comfort me 5 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. 6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord my whole life long. (Psalm 23:1-6 NRSV)

I had to memorize this psalm when I was a boy. En español. My mother enjoyed my four years as an only child and I was blessed by her company during those years and she delighted that I could recite it from memory whenever she asked. Since those days I have read it thousands of times in different settings; hospital visits, funerals, memorial services, counseling sessions, devotional times, and many other times I can't recall all. It was the favorite of presidents and generals and was used before battles, after battles, and so many other different occasions that we can't begin to ilst them all.

My favorite memory of this is that I might have carried a modern Bible to many a bedside and as I read the first words I revert back to the King James, for it connects with people in a special way; it's muscle memory and it does bring and add strength in situations that need it. But on Easter morning, these ancient words take on new depth. Because the Shepherd David sang about is the same Shepherd who, on Good Friday, became the Lamb. And on Easter Sunday, the Lamb who was slain rose as the conquering Shepherd who can never die again. Let's walk through this psalm with Easter eyes and see what we've been missing.

The shepherd's first job is provision and rest. Notice the psalm doesn't say, "I find green pastures" or "I discover still waters." The Shepherd makes it happen. He leads. He provides.

But here's what's remarkable about sheep: they won't lie down unless four conditions are met. They must be free from fear. Free from friction with other sheep. Free from pests and parasites. And free from hunger.

A fearful sheep cannot rest. An anxious sheep stays standing, alert, ready to run.

And isn't that so often our story? We're tired, exhausted even, but we can't rest. We're too afraid—afraid of what might happen, what we might lose, what others might think. We stay standing, vigilant, unable to lie down even in green pastures.

But Easter changes everything. The resurrection declares that our deepest fear—death itself—has been defeated. The tomb is empty. The grave has no power. And if death itself is conquered, what else do we have to fear?

He restores our soul. The Hebrew word means "to bring back, to return." It's the language of rescue and recovery. When we wander, when we're depleted, when we've lost our way—the Shepherd brings us back. He restores what's been damaged. He renews what's been drained.

And how does he do it? By leading us beside still waters. Not raging rivers where we might drown, but quiet streams where we can drink deeply and be refreshed.

On Easter morning, we're invited to drink from the living water Jesus promised. The water that satisfies so completely we'll never thirst again.

The Shepherd doesn't just provide rest—he provides direction. He leads us in paths of righteousness.

Notice the motivation: "for his name's sake." Not primarily for our sake, though we benefit. For his reputation. A good shepherd's reputation depends on the health of his flock. If the sheep are lost, sick, or scattered, people question the shepherd's competence.

God's glory is tied to our flourishing. When we walk in right paths, when our lives reflect his character, his name is honored.

But here's the Easter connection: Jesus is the Way. He doesn't just show us the path—he IS the path. And the path he walked led straight through death to resurrection. The right path for the Shepherd meant the cross. The way of righteousness led to the tomb.

And he invites us to follow that same pattern. Death to self. Surrender. Letting go of control. And then—resurrection. New life. Transformation.

The Christian life isn't about avoiding the valley. It's about following the Shepherd through it to the other side.

Here it is. The verse we cling to in crisis. "The valley of the shadow of death."

Every shepherd in ancient Israel knew these valleys—narrow ravines between steep cliffs where predators hid in the shadows. The sheep had to walk through single file, vulnerable, unable to see what lurked ahead.

And every one of us will walk through valleys. Grief. Loss. Diagnosis. Betrayal. Depression. Seasons so dark we wonder if the sun will ever rise again.

But notice what the psalmist doesn't say. He doesn't say, "I will camp in the valley." He says, "I walk through." Valleys are passages, not permanent residences. You're not meant to stay there forever.

And in the valley, the Shepherd doesn't abandon us. "You are with me."

Not "you were with me before the valley." Not "you'll be with me after the valley." You are—present tense—with me. In the darkest place, the Shepherd is closest.

The rod and staff—tools of protection and guidance—bring comfort. The rod wards off predators. The staff pulls straying sheep back from danger. In the valley, we need both. Protection from threats and correction when we wander toward harm.

On Good Friday, Jesus walked through the ultimate valley. He descended into death itself. He experienced the darkness we fear most. And on the third day, he walked out the other side, victorious, alive, carrying the keys to death and hell.

We fear no evil—not because evil doesn't exist, but because the Shepherd is stronger. The resurrection proves it. Death threw its worst at Jesus, and he walked out of the tomb smiling.

What valley are you in right now? What darkness feels overwhelming? Remember this: the Shepherd has been there first. He knows the way through. And he will not leave you.

Now the imagery shifts dramatically. We're no longer in the valley. We're at a banquet table.

This is what shepherds actually did. After leading sheep through dangerous valleys to higher pastures, they would prepare the grazing land—clearing it of poisonous plants, filling in holes where sheep might break a leg. They made the high country safe. And then they would rest while the sheep grazed.

But David uses banquet language. A table. Anointing. An overflowing cup. This is the language of celebration, of victory, of abundant blessing.

And here's the shocking detail: the table is prepared "in the presence of my enemies."

The enemies haven't disappeared. They're still there, watching. But they're powerless to stop the feast. They can see you blessed, protected, celebrated—and they can do nothing about it.

This is the Easter reality. The forces that opposed Jesus—religious authorities, political powers, Satan himself—thought they'd won on Friday. They watched him die. They sealed the tomb. They posted guards.

And then Sunday morning, God prepared a table. The stone was rolled away. The grave clothes were folded. Jesus appeared to his disciples and ate with them—a resurrection feast in the presence of his enemies.

And we're invited to the table. Not because we're worthy, but because the Shepherd is generous. He anoints our head with oil—a sign of honor, of being chosen, of belonging. He fills our cup until it overflows—more than we need, more than we can contain, blessing that spills out onto others.

Your enemies may still be present. Your problems haven't all vanished. But the Shepherd has prepared a table anyway. He's saying, "Sit down. Eat. Drink. Be filled. They can't touch you here."

The psalm ends with confidence. Not hope. Not wishful thinking. Certainty.

"Surely." Without doubt. Absolutely.

And what follows the sheep? Not predators. Not fear. Goodness and mercy.

The Hebrew word for "follow" is actually quite aggressive. It's pursuit language. Goodness and mercy are chasing you down. They're hunting you. You can't outrun God's kindness.

Even when you wander. Even when you fail. Even when you turn your back. Goodness and mercy are in pursuit.

Why can David be so certain? Because he knows the Shepherd's character. He's experienced the green pastures and still waters. He's walked through valleys with the Shepherd beside him. He's sat at the table in the presence of enemies.

And knowing all that, he concludes: this Shepherd will not abandon me. His goodness is relentless. His mercy never quits.

And where does this journey end? "I shall dwell in the house of the LORD forever."

Not just visit occasionally. Not just attend services. Dwell. Live. Abide permanently.

This is our eternal destiny. To be home with the Shepherd forever. To live in his house, at his table, in his presence without interruption, without end.

Every Easter is a preview. A foretaste. A reminder that the tomb couldn't hold him, and it won't hold us either.

The Shepherd who makes us lie down in green pastures will one day lead us home to the Father's house, where we'll dwell with him forever.

PRAYER: Good Shepherd, thank you for walking through death's valley so I never have to walk it alone. Thank you for the empty tomb that proves your love is stronger than my worst fear. Lead me today. Restore my soul. Prepare your table before me. And remind me that goodness and mercy are chasing me down all my days. Amen.

Have a great and blessed day in the Lord! OUR CALL TO ACTION: Today, identify which part of Psalm 23 speaks most to where you are right now. Write that verse on a card and place it where you'll see it daily. Let it be the Shepherd's Easter word to you this season.

I love you and I thank God for you! You matter to God and you matter to me! The LORD is your Shepherd. And because he rose from the dead, you shall not want. Ever.

Pastor Eradio Valverde, Jr.