Passion week

Sunday: Triumphal entry into the city of Jerusalem hailed as King… (Matthew 21:1-11, Mark 11:1-11, Luke 19:28-44, and John 12:12-19)  

Monday: Clearing the temple of money changers…doing an unpopular thing.. (Matthew 21:12–22, Mark 11:15–19, Luke 19:45-48, and John 2:13-17)
Tuesday: In Jerusalem( Teaching on faith citing withered fig tree), at the temple (Calling Jews white washed graves) and at Mount of Olives (teaching on Jerusalem’s destruction & eventual Judgment)… No matters of blessings here… (Matthew 21:23–24:51, Mark 11:20–13:37, Luke 20:1–21:36, and John 12:20–38.)






Thursday: Washing of Disciples’ feet and Last Supper / Passover feast…. Display of humility & Service.. (Matthew 26:17–75, Mark 14:12-72, Luke 22:7-62, and John 13:1-38.)   



Friday: CROSS… The purpose of His coming.. Dying for the salvation of the world.. a day of trial, crucifixion, death & burial.. (Matthew 27:1-62, Mark 15:1-47, Luke 22:63-23:56, and John 18:28-19:37)

Saturday: In the tomb… Silence yet again (Matthew 27:62-66, Mark 16:1, Luke 23:56, and John 19:40)


Sunday: The resurrection Sunday… The victory over sin & death, King again … (Matthew 28:1-13, Mark 16:1-14, Luke 24:1-49, and John 20:1-23)


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