Why We Believe What We Believe Matters

What was Jesus thinking as he paused on the Mount Olives before he entered Jerusalem that final journey 2000 years ago?












Jesus paused at the precipice of the Mount of Olives and reflected upon the past that pushed him forward to the future that awaited him. What took place in Jerusalem leading up to his death and resurrection was not arbitrary or out of some spontaneous reaction to the actions of others. Jesus anticipated the events that would follow, which lead to his persecution and ultimate crucifixion. Therefore, the why behind his motives matters.

Below is a link to my “Passion of Christ Harmony of the Gospels” – enjoy reading his story from a compiled perspective that each of the Gospel authors provided. Focus on the message and not the “historical details,” although what happened to Jesus is recorded in history.

Just as Jesus paused in the present moment, we too should take time to pause and look back on the past that had shaped us and pushed us to where we are today, and then turn our eyes to what lies ahead with the same anticipation to gaze upon the future that our past choices have led us to face.

As you read the Passion Story, truly ask yourself, “Why do I believe what I believe about Jesus?”

God bless and your comments and feedback appreciated.


Passion of the Christ Commentary Harmony

Click and save the PDF link to read the story from a fresh perspective to understand why Jesus and his loyal disciples entered Jerusalem… Why it matters to you!


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2 thoughts on “Why We Believe What We Believe Matters”

  1. I think you are a very kind man knowledgeable about a lot of things, and I do stop and read most of your entries. I’m recovering well from my knee replacement and I am looking in to the future of where to go with, “Pinkhoneysuckle,” for my ultimate goal was to shed light on why so many people of lower Appalachia and the mid-Atlantic have so little trust in their government and what happened to all of us white kids who plugged along the cotton rows with black children, but they pretended we did not exist. “Pinkhoneysuckle,” speaks plenty about child labor and the wretched abuse of women. I left a long time ago, but on those hills where my parents rest–There too will remain our love and tears of thanks. Easter Peace, Barbara

  2. Sorry to hear of your knee replacement. More importantly, your plight about the short memory of those “white” cotton pickers, please know my dad and his older brothers knew the back breaking long days in the fields of Georgia. A great book on the kids of Mississippi’s fields was John Grisham’s “Painted House” story. It is a sad tale in America today that we as a country have grown absent-minded about our agrarian roots. I am afraid, hard work under the sun today means working on a tan at the beach! I pray for a quick healing of your knee and may God richly bless you.

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