Green Pond United Methodist Church

05/26/2026

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05/25/2026

Celebrating Our 2026 High School Graduates

Mr. Jaylen Holmes and Mr. Ayden Lindsay 🎓🎓🎓

05/10/2026

04/07/2026

Just because Holy Week is over
does not mean Jesus stopped being King.

Just because Easter Sunday passed
does not mean the power of the resurrection passed with it.

He is still risen on Monday.
Still reigning on Monday.
Still working on Monday.
Still worthy on Monday.

The crowds are gone.
The posts slow down.
The outfits get put away.
The family gatherings end.
And life starts feeling normal again.

But Jesus did not get up from the grave
for one weekend of attention.

He got up in victory.
Forever.

That means Monday still has hope.
Monday still has power.
Monday still has purpose.
Monday still has access to the same Jesus
who walked out of the tomb.

So no,
do not leave resurrection back on Sunday.

Do not go back to living heavy,
defeated,
fearful,
or hopeless
like the stone did not roll away.

The same Jesus we celebrated yesterday
is still alive today.

And if He conquered death,
then He can handle whatever is waiting on you this Monday too.

Holy Week may be over.

But the risen Jesus is not.

04/05/2026

Resurrection Sunday is not just about an empty tomb.

It is about a Savior
who did exactly what He said He would do.

The stone was rolled away.
Death was defeated.
The grave lost.
And Jesus got up.

That is the power of this day.

Because the enemy thought the cross was the end.
Hell thought it had won.
Darkness thought it had the final word.

But early that Sunday morning,
everything changed.

Jesus was not defeated.
He was not finished.
He was not buried for good.

He rose.

And because He rose,
hope is alive.
Grace is still available.
Mercy still reaches.
And dead things do not have to stay dead.

That is why Resurrection Sunday hits so deep.

It is proof that even when it looks over…
God is not done.

Even when the stone is heavy.
Even when the grave is real.
Even when people have counted it out.
Even when all hope looks buried.

God still has resurrection power.

Not weak power.
Not temporary power.
Not almost enough power.

Resurrection power.

The kind that breaks graves open.
The kind that turns mourning into hope.
The kind that proves darkness never had the final say.

So no…
this is not just another Sunday.

This is the Sunday that changed everything.

The Sunday that reminded the world
that Jesus is still King,
still faithful,
still powerful,
and still alive.

And if He can get up from a grave…

He can breathe life into anything
you thought was too far gone too.

He is risen.

And that changes everything.

04/04/2026

Silent Saturday feels familiar to a lot of people.

Because it was the day in between.

Jesus had been crucified.
The tomb was sealed.
Heaven felt quiet.
The promise still mattered…
but nothing looked redeemed yet.

And that is the part nobody likes.

We love resurrection.
We can honor the cross.
But Silent Saturday?

That is the hard place.

The place where prayers feel unanswered.
Where grief is still fresh.
Where hope feels buried.
Where God seems silent
and you do not know what He is doing.

Saturday is the day that looked like nothing was happening.

But just because heaven was quiet
did not mean God was absent.

Just because the stone was sealed
did not mean the story was over.

Just because it looked finished
did not mean God was done.

And that will preach.

Because some of us are living in a Saturday season right now.

A season where it feels still.
Heavy.
Unclear.
Like God gave a promise
but all you can see is the tomb.

Silent Saturday reminds us
that God is still working
even in the silence.

Even in the waiting.
Even in the grief.
Even when you cannot feel Him.
Even when it looks like hope got buried.

The disciples probably thought it was over.

But Sunday was already on the way.

And maybe that is the word for somebody today:

Just because it is silent
does not mean God is not moving.

Just because you cannot see resurrection yet
does not mean it is not coming.

Some miracles happen loudly.

Some happen in the dark
while everybody thinks the story ended.

04/03/2026

Good Friday is hard to sit with.

Because there was nothing “good” about the pain.

Nothing light about the betrayal.
The mocking.
The beating.
The crown of thorns.
The nails.
The cross.

It was brutal.
It was humiliating.
It was heartbreak in its rawest form.

And yet…

we call it good.

Not because what they did to Jesus was good.

But because of what Jesus did for us through it.

Good Friday is the reminder that Jesus did not just talk about love.

He proved it.

He carried the cross.
He took the shame.
He bore the weight.
He stayed.
He suffered.
He gave His life.

For sinners.
For the broken.
For the undeserving.
For people who could never repay Him.

That is what makes this day so heavy.

He was innocent.
Completely innocent.

And still He was condemned.

He had the power to stop it.
The power to call down angels.
The power to walk away.

But He stayed.

That part will always wreck me.

Because He was not held there by nails alone.

He was held there by love.

By mercy.
By obedience.
By a plan that was always bigger than the moment.

The cross looked like defeat.

It looked like darkness won.
Like evil had the final word.
Like hope had been buried.

But heaven was doing its deepest work in the darkest hour.

That is the mystery of Good Friday.

What looked like the end
was the beginning of redemption.

What looked like loss
was love pouring itself out.

What looked like death winning
was actually Jesus crushing the weight of sin once and for all.

So yes,
Good Friday is painful.

It should be.

But it is also holy.

Because on that cross,
Jesus took what I deserved
and gave me what I never could have earned.

And if that is not love,
I do not know what is.

04/02/2026

Thursday in Holy Week feels tender…

but heavy.

Because this was the night of the Last Supper.

The night Jesus sat at the table
knowing exactly what was coming.

He knew betrayal was in the room.
He knew denial was coming.
He knew the cross was close.
He knew His body would be broken
and His blood would be poured out.

And still…

He sat down.
He gave thanks.
He broke bread.
He shared the cup.

That part gets me every time.

Because most of us struggle to stay gentle
when we know we are about to be hurt.

But Jesus,
fully aware of what was ahead,
still chose love.
Still chose surrender.
Still chose to serve.
Still chose peace.

He did not run from the table.
He did not harden His heart.
He did not withhold Himself.

He gave.

“This is My body.”
“This is My blood.”

Not because the people at the table had earned it.

But because love was always the plan.

Maundy Thursday reminds us that Jesus was not caught off guard by the cross.
He walked toward it willingly.

With full knowledge.
With full love.
With full surrender.

And maybe that is what hits the deepest.

To be fully aware of the pain
and still choose obedience.

To know heartbreak is coming
and still remain faithful.

To sit at a table with broken people
and still offer yourself in love.

That is who Jesus is.

Not just Savior.
Not just King.
But the kind of love
that stays at the table
even when it knows the cost.