The death of Jesus is supremely important — but we often lose track of it among a thousand daily thoughts. How can we remember what we know?
Some months ago, my church installed a new security system. One day soon after, I entered the building, unaware that the system was active. To my surprise and consternation, a panel by the door began to count down. If I didn’t enter my personal code, an alarm would sound. Sweating bullets, I tried desperately to remember the code. I couldn’t. Time expired. An alarm began to sound, making it even harder to think. I could imagine the headline: “Pastor Arrested Entering Own Church.”

















