The Well

04/22/2026

04/07/2026

Holy Week has come to an end…
but that doesn’t mean we go back to who we were before it.

Jesus is risen.
The tomb is still empty.
That didn’t expire when Sunday ended.

But if we’re being honest…
for some people, the passion fades as fast as the week did.
The prayers get quieter.
The Bible gets closed.
The urgency disappears.
And that’s what breaks my heart.

Because He didn’t go through all of that
just to be remembered for a week.

He didn’t suffer, bleed, and die
so we could visit Him once a year
and then put Him back on a shelf until next Easter.

This wasn’t meant to be seasonal.
This was meant to change you.

So no… we don’t slow down now.
We lean in harder.
We carry it into Monday.
Into the random Tuesdays.
Into the days no one’s watching.

Because the same power that raised Him from the grave…
is still moving.
And if you felt something this week,
don’t ignore it.

That wasn’t emotion.
That was Him calling you closer.

-Cheyenne Traficante

04/06/2026

This may be the most important post you read today:

And this is the truth of it, simply and clearly:
In the beginning, there was no separation.
God created a world that was whole, full, alive with His presence.

But when sin entered, everything fractured.

Not just behavior
not just choices

but relationship

Humanity became separated from God

And that separation is deeper than we realize

It’s not just “being imperfect”
it’s being cut off from the source of life itself

Like a branch torn from a tree
Like a body without breath

We are born into that separation

And the reality is this:

We are all drowning.

Not some people
not just the “bad ones”

All of us

Drowning in sin
in brokenness
in death we cannot escape on our own

You can swim harder
try to be better
clean yourself up

But no one
can outswim death

And God—

He is holy

Perfect

He cannot just ignore sin
because even one drop of poison
changes everything

So the weight of sin
leads to death

That is justice

But God did not leave us there

He didn’t watch us drown
and walk away

He came down

Jesus entered into the very world
that rejected Him

He lived the life we could not live
perfect
blameless

And then—

He took the weight of sin
not just pain
not just suffering

but the full separation we deserved

on the cross

So that justice would be satisfied

And mercy could be given

And now—

It’s like this:

We are drowning
and Jesus steps into the water

Not pushing us under
not causing the storm

But reaching out

Offering a life vest

You don’t earn it
you don’t build it

You receive it

By faith

By surrender

By saying
“I cannot save myself”

And when you take it—

you are no longer under the weight

You are brought back

Restored

Reconciled to God

That’s the gospel:

We were separated
we were drowning

Jesus came
took our place

and made a way back

Not because we deserved it

But because He loves us

And He is still reaching out

Even now

The question isn’t
“is the life vest real?”

It’s—

will you take it?
- The Grandparents Club

04/05/2026

It’s Sunday. HE IS RISEN!🥹♥️🙌🏻

Not quiet anymore.
Not heavy anymore.
Empty.

The stone is rolled away.
Not so Jesus could get out,
but so we could see in.

The tomb is empty.
The place that once held death
now holds nothing at all.

No body.
No ending.
Just… proof.

Mary comes expecting to mourn.
But instead,
she’s met with a question:
“Why seek ye the living among the dead?”

Because He’s not there.
Not because He was moved,
but because He rose.

Death did its worst.
The cross was real.
The suffering was real.
The grave was real.
But none of it
was stronger than Him.

He said He would rise.
And He did. HE IS RISEN!!
Just as He said.

It’s Sunday.
The day everything changed.
The day the grave lost its hold.
The day hope stepped out of the tomb.
The day victory breathed again.
And this isn’t just His story,
It’s yours too.

Because the same power
that raised Him from the grave…
is the power that meets you
in your broken places.

What feels dead in your life?
Hope?
Joy?
Faith?

The tomb didn’t get the final say.

And it won’t in your life either.
Because resurrection
is what God does.

What feels “dead” in your life that you need to trust God to bring back to life?

Let this sink in…
If the grave couldn’t hold Jesus…
what makes you think your situation is too far gone?

God doesn’t just bring things back,
He brings them back different, restored, and redeemed.

What feels like an ending to you
might be the very place God is preparing a resurrection.

Don’t settle in the tomb
when God is calling you into NEW LIFE.

Prayer:
Dear Lord, thank You that the story didn’t end at the cross. Thank You that You rose, defeating death and making a way for new life. Help me to trust You in the places that feel empty, broken, or beyond repair. Remind me that You are still the God of resurrection. Breathe life into what feels lost, and strengthen my faith to believe again. In Jesus’ name, I pray, Amen.

-Servant Sisterhood

04/04/2026

What actually happened on the Saturday before Jesus rose?
We talk a lot about Friday.
We celebrate Sunday.
But Saturday…
Saturday is the day most people skip over.
And yet, it might be one of the most important days to understand.
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1. Jesus was truly dead and buried
After the crucifixion, Jesus didn’t “pass out.”
He didn’t almost die.
He died.
A man named Joseph of Arimathea, a respected member of the council, asked for His body.
He wrapped Jesus in linen and laid Him in a new tomb cut out of rock.
A large stone was rolled in front.
This mattered because it fulfilled prophecy and confirmed that His death was real, physical, and complete.
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2. The tomb was sealed and guarded
The religious leaders remembered that Jesus had said He would rise again.
So they went to Pilate and asked for security.
The tomb was sealed.
Roman guards were stationed outside.
This wasn’t a casual burial.
It was locked down to prevent any claim of resurrection.
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3. His followers were grieving and confused
The disciples were scattered.
The same men who said they would die for Him were now hiding in fear.
The women who loved Him deeply prepared spices for His body… but because it was the Sabbath, they had to wait.
Everything felt over.
The Messiah they believed in had been crucified.
From their perspective, there was no “Sunday” yet.
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4. It was the Sabbath… a day of stillness
Saturday was the Sabbath.
A day of rest.
Which means something incredibly painful:
The world slowed down…
while their hearts were breaking.
They couldn’t even go to the tomb yet.
They had to sit in it.
The grief.
The confusion.
The silence.
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5. Heaven was not silent, even if earth was
This is where many people don’t realize what Scripture reveals.
While Jesus’ body lay in the tomb…
His spirit was not inactive.
👉 1 Peter 3:18–20 tells us He went and proclaimed victory to the spirits.
👉 Ephesians 4:8–10 describes Him descending and then ascending in victory.
Many theologians understand this as:
Jesus fully entering death…
and declaring that sin, Satan, and the grave had been defeated.
The cross was not a loss.
It was a victory in motion.
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6. Saturday is the space we all live in sometimes
This is why this day matters so much.
Because Saturday feels familiar.
It’s the day where:
You prayed… but nothing changed.
You believed… but it still hurt.
You trusted God… but He feels silent.
It’s the space between promise and fulfillment.
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7. The silence was never the end
If you had stood at the tomb on Saturday, you would have seen:
A sealed grave.
Armed guards.
No movement.
It would have looked final.
But it wasn’t.
Because what looked like the end…
was actually the setup for the greatest victory in history.
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Saturday teaches us this:
Just because God feels silent
does not mean He is absent.
Just because you can’t see movement
does not mean He isn’t working.
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Sunday was coming.
It always was.
- The Grandparents Club

04/03/2026

Tetelestai-

The sky dimmed that day, as if creation itself could not bear the weight of what was happening. The cross stood still, but the world beneath it shifted forever. Nails held His hands, but it was love that kept Him there. Every breath was a battle. Every moment, a surrender.

And then—He said it.

Not a whisper of defeat, but a declaration of completion.

Tetelestai.
“It is finished.”

Not “I am finished.”
But it is finished.
The mission. The debt. The separation.
Everything that stood between you and God—paid in full.

The cross wasn’t a loss.
It was a victory disguised as suffering.

It wasn’t the end of hope.
It was the end of everything that stood between us and God.

Sin—finished.
Shame—finished.
The long, aching distance between heaven and humanity—finished.

What looked like loss was actually the greatest victory.
And isn’t that how it feels sometimes?

Like your life is unraveling.
Like prayers are unanswered.
Like you're standing in a moment that feels like an ending you didn’t choose.

But what if… God is also saying Tetelestai over parts of your life?

That season of pain—finished.
That version of you that kept breaking—finished.
That chapter you thought would destroy you—finished.

Because the cross didn’t just close a story.
It opened a new one.

Three days later, the silence broke.
The grave couldn’t hold what heaven had already declared.

So if today feels heavy, if your heart feels like it’s hanging between despair and faith—remember this:

“It is finished” means God has already gone ahead of you.

The battle you’re tired of fighting?
He already won it.

And what feels like an ending in your life might just be the quiet beginning of resurrection.

Tetelestai.

Not the end—but the turning point.
—Ruth Writes

04/03/2026

Good Friday- The Passover Lamb

In the Old Testament book of Exodus, the Israelites killed a perfect spotless lamb and put its blood on their doors so death would "pass over" them and spare their lives after being freed from slavery in Egypt.

In the years that followed, hundreds of thousands of people would come to Jerusalem to celebrate Passover. Not only to look back—but to celebrate their identity as God’s people, their freedom, and teach the next generation what God had done for them.

Each year before Passover started, on 10th day of the Jewish Calendar (Nisan), a lamb was selected and brought into each family's home where it stayed for four full days. It lived in the house. For four days, that lamb became part of the family. On the 14th of Nisan, the lamb was killed as a sacrifice and its blood sprinkled on the alter at the temple.

Jesus entered Jerusalem on the 10th of Nisan-the exact day the Passover lamb was selected. He rode in while crowds waved palm branches and shouted Hosanna. Selected publicly, the same day every family in Israel was selecting their lamb privately. For four days He was examined. The Pharisees tested Him. The Sadducees tested Him. The Herodians tested Him. Pilate examined Him. Herod examined Him. Every single one reached the same conclusion. "I find no fault in this man." No blemish.

Jesus was the perfect spotless Lamb of God.

Then on the 14th day of Nisan, at the exact hour the Passover lambs were being slaughtered in the Temple, Jesus was nailed to a cross.

The Passover lamb's blood was applied to the doorframe also using a Hyssop branch. A branch from the Hyssop plant was used to lift the sponge of vinegar to Jesus' lips on the cross.

The law was not a single bone of the Passover lamb was allowed to be broken. Exodus 12:46. When the Roman soldiers came to break the legs of the men on the crosses, they broke the legs of the criminal on the left. They broke the legs of the criminal on the right. When they came to Jesus, He was already dead. They did not break His bones.

While the priests were killing the Passover lambs and painting their blood on the altar, the actual Passover Lamb was dying on a hill outside the city walls with His blood running down the wood of a cross.

The lambs were slaughtered at three in the afternoon. Jesus died at three in the afternoon.

Like the lamb’s blood saved the Israelites physically, for Christians, Jesus’s blood saves people spiritually from sin and death.

What appeared to be the worst day in the history of the world—the Lamb of God put to death on a cross, we call “Good Friday.” Because what the devil intended for evil, God has intended for good.

"They will make war on the Lamb, and the Lamb will conquer them, for he is Lord of lords and King of kings, and those with him are called and chosen and faithful.” Revelation 17:14

04/02/2026

Holy Week — Thursday
The day of surrender

Jesus gathered with His disciples to celebrate Passover. A meal remembering how God delivered His people. But this night… He became the deliverance.

He took the bread. Broke it. “This is My body… given for you.” He took the cup. “This is My blood… poured out for many.”

After, He went to the garden of Gethsemane to pray, not to the peaceful garden we imagine but a place workers loaded olives under enormous crushing stones and pressed them until every single drop of oil was squeezed out. The Hebrew word for Gethsemane meaning oil press. Jesus did not go to a peaceful garden the night before He died. He went to a place literally named the crushing place.

Every king, priest, and prophet in the Old Testament was anointed with oil pressed from olives. The word Messiah literally means the Anointed One. On the night before He fulfilled every single one of those offices simultaneously, Jesus went to an olive press.

The symbolism is not accidental. He sweat drops of blood that night. Not as a figure of speech, but as a real medical response to anguish so extreme that blood vessels near the skin ruptured and bled through His sweat glands. Luke, who was a physician, recorded it specifically because he understood what he was describing. Jesus was not nervous. He was in a level of physical and spiritual agony that was tearing His body apart before anyone had laid a single hand on Him.

The cup He begged His Father to take from Him was not the nails. Jesus wasn't afraid of the physical suffering of the cross. What He was facing was something far more terrifying: the full weight of God's wrath against every sin ever committed by every human being throughout all of history poured out onto one person. He was overwhelmed. Grieved. Yet fully surrendered.
He asked His three closest friends to stay awake and pray with Him on the worst night of His life. They fell asleep. Three times. The same number of times Peter would deny Him before sunrise.
While He was praying… the disciples were sleeping. While He was surrendering… they couldn’t stay awake.

"Not my will but yours be done."

Most Christians read that as peaceful surrender. A quiet acceptance.

When you know what the cup was, that He was sweating blood from pure anguish, that His closest friends had abandoned Him to sleep, that He was in a place literally named for crushing and He went there on purpose— That prayer is not peaceful. It is the most costly decision any being has ever made in the history of existence. What Jesus feared was not the nails or the crown of thorns but the separation from His Father that He had never once experienced in all of eternity.

So the question is, when we are faced with a choice… Do we fight in our own strength? Do we deny Him when it costs something? Or do we surrender?

“Not my will… but Yours be done.”

04/01/2026

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04/01/2026

Holy Wednesday…
The crowds have thinned, the questions slowed-tension is still there but it’s settling into something heavier.

While Jesus was still teaching, still loving, still walking toward the cross-a decision was being made in the dark.

Judas slipped away-not in a loud rebellion-not in a moment anyone would have noticed. Quietly. Step by step away from the One he had followed.

It’s easy to read that and feel distant from it-to think I never trade Him for something so small. But Holy Wednesday doesn’t let us stay there.

Because betrayal is rarely loud. It’s subtle. It looks like compromise. It feels like holding onto something while still trying to follow Him.

How often do I stay close enough to look like I’m with Him but far enough to keep control? How often do I choose what’s easy, what’s comfortable, what benefits me?
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Later, when Jesus knelt before Judas, He was not washing the feet of someone who might betray Him. He was washing the feet of someone who had already when to the chief priests to betray Him for 30 pieces of silver. The act of washing was not done in ignorance. It was done with full knowledge- in humility. On one side, thirty pieces of silver. On the other, water, a towel, & a deliberate act of service to someone who had already placed a price on him.

Jesus held nothing back- No confrontation. No exposure. No interruption. Only later would Jesus speak of betrayal, even then, He spoke in a way that did not immediately reveal Judas to the others. That restraint mattered. It showed that the washing was not a performance- a strategy to correct Judas. It was an act consistent with everything Jesus had already been doing.

The moment did not soften Judas’ betrayal, it clarified the nature of Jesus’ love. He did not wait for loyalty before He served. He did not limit His actions to those who would remain faithful. He acted according to who He was, not according to what others would do. The scene sat close to the meaning of the cross itself. Jesus would soon be handed over, sold, denied, and abandoned. Yet none of those things would define the terms of His giving. He would not give Himself because people were worthy. He would give Himself while they were not.

On this quiet Wednesday, before the cross, before the crowd, before the nails -we are faced with a question.

"What is He worth to me?"

Not in words or belief, but in what I choose

Because somewhere between Sunday’s praise and Friday’s cross, a heart decided, He was worth less.

So today come closer- Not halfway not with conditions but fully
Because He is still walking toward the cross-still choosing you.