God says,
I forgive you of lust.
I forgive you of adultery.
I forgive you of fornication.
I forgive you of gossip.
I forgive you of homosexuality.
I forgive you of murder.
I forgive you of prostitution.
I forgive you of violence and gang life.
I forgive you of unforgiveness.
I forgive you of kidnapping.
I forgive you of not being a good wife.
I forgive you of not being a good husband.
I forgive you of not being a good child.
I forgive you of not being a good mother.
I forgive you of not being a good father.
I forgive you of not being a good evangelist.
I forgive you of not being a good pastor.
I forgive you of not being a good teacher.
I forgive you of abortion.
I forgive you of child abuse.
I forgive you of rape.
I forgive you of condemning others.
I forgive you of neglecting your parents.
I forgive you of lying.
I forgive you of bearing false witness.
I forgive you of coveting.
I forgive you of stealing.
I forgive you of all your sins…
because Jesus loves you. ❤️
Jesus Christ, our Saviour, shed His blood on the cross and died in your place.
He was buried, and on the third day He rose again victorious over sin and death,
to give everlasting life to whosoever believes in His name.
📖 Romans 6:23 (KJV)
“For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.”
📖 Romans 10:9 (KJV)
“That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.”
📖 Acts 16:31 (KJV)
“Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved.”
📖 2 Corinthians 6:2 (KJV)
“Behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.”
Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ today.
Today is the day of salvation. ✝️❤️
The men who arrested Jesus in the garden of Gethsemane marched Him through the night to the house of one man: Joseph Caiaphas, the high priest of Israel. It was Caiaphas who presided over the trial, Caiaphas who tore his robes and cried blasphemy, Caiaphas who declared that Jesus deserved death. And it was Caiaphas who, according to John, had already told the council months earlier that it was better for one man to die for the people than for the whole nation to perish, words the Gospel calls an unwitting prophecy.
For nearly two thousand years, Caiaphas existed only in texts: the Gospels and the historian Josephus, who confirms his name and his years in office. Then, in November 1990, workers were building a water park in the Peace Forest, just south of Jerusalem's Old City. Heavy equipment broke through the ceiling of a hidden burial cave that had been sealed since the first century.
Inside was a family tomb from the very generation of Jesus. And among the limestone bone boxes, called ossuaries, one stood out immediately. It was the most ornate ever found in Jerusalem, carved with intricate rosettes, the box of a wealthy and powerful family. Scratched into its side, in Aramaic, was a name: Joseph, son of Caiaphas. Inside were the bones of a man about sixty years old.
Understand what an ossuary is, and why this find was even possible. For roughly a single century, from about the time of Jesus' birth to the destruction of Jerusalem in AD 70, Jerusalem's Jews practiced secondary burial: the body was laid in a tomb for a year, and after the flesh had gone, the bones were gathered into a carved stone box. This custom pins the tomb precisely to the Gospel era. The man in that ornate box was laid to rest by hands that lived through the events of the New Testament.
The identification fits from every angle. Josephus gives the high priest's full name as Joseph, called Caiaphas, matching the inscription exactly. The extraordinary wealth of the ossuary fits the high priestly aristocracy. The age of the bones fits a man who held power for eighteen years, one of the longest tenures of any high priest of the era, and who would have died in the decades that followed. The tomb sat in the necropolis of Jerusalem's elite.
Honesty requires saying that a minority of scholars have questioned the identification. The tomb itself is relatively modest compared to some priestly tombs, and the name Caiaphas, while rare, was not unique. The majority position among archaeologists is that this is indeed the family tomb of the high priest of the Gospels, but it rests on the convergence of strong evidence rather than a formal title carved in stone. Said plainly: it is very probably him, and certainly his family.
Now hold the two images side by side, because this is where the find becomes a sermon. Caiaphas was the most powerful religious figure in Israel. He wore the sacred vestments, controlled the temple, commanded the council. On that night, Jesus stood before him bound, spat upon, condemned, seemingly powerless. Caiaphas judged the Son of God and sentenced Him to death, then went on with his life, secure in his authority.
Two thousand years later, the judge's bones sat in a box under a construction site for a children's water park, discovered by accident, catalogued by archaeologists, his power reduced to an artifact in a museum drawer. And the man he condemned? His tomb is empty. It has been empty since the third day. The whole world knows His name, and hundreds of millions call Him Lord. The high priest sentenced Jesus to death; death could not hold Jesus, and it held Caiaphas completely.
There is one more layer. As high priest, Caiaphas' most sacred duty came on the Day of Atonement, when he alone entered the Holy of Holies to offer blood for the sins of the people, year after year, a sacrifice that always had to be repeated. The letter to the Hebrews says the true High Priest is Jesus, who entered once for all with His own blood and sat down, because the work was finished. Caiaphas condemned the very sacrifice his own office had pointed to for centuries. His last act as the Bible's final significant high priest was, without knowing it, to send the true Lamb to the altar.
To the world, the Gospel trial is a legend, its characters inventions. But the governor who washed his hands left his name on a stone in Caesarea, and the priest who tore his robes left his bones in a box in Jerusalem. The record keeps proving true, and it keeps preaching: every earthly power that set itself against Jesus is now dust and artifacts, and He is alive.
Where you stand with Him is the only verdict that will outlast your own ossuary. Caiaphas asked Jesus, "Are you the Christ, the Son of the Blessed?" The question echoes down to every one of us. He is. Answer wisely.
Jesus is the great High Priest and the risen Lord. Thank You, Jesus.
Want more peace in your life? Learn to go low. ❤️
My friend, there is rest in humility. You don’t always have to defend yourself, prove you’re right, or have the last word. Sometimes, peace comes simply by saying, “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
Choose the low place and trust the Lord to lift you up. After all, God gives grace and favor to the humble! 🙌
#gospelpartner #josephprince #leadership
Eternity really is no joke.
Our lives here on earth are not even a speck of dust compared to our eternity with Christ. God put you here for a reason, so why waste the tiny fraction of time you've been given on earth worrying, stressing and trying to do it all by yourself?
Live with purpose.
Love with passion.
Enjoy God's beautiful creation.
Glorify the One who gave you life.
God says...
Remember these four things:
1. I will make a way for you.
2. I'm fighting your battles.
3. Prayer is the best medicine.
4. Trust My timing.
I don’t know who needs to hear this, because the media are completely silent about this, but innocent Christians in Nigeria are still being murdered by Islamists every single day, and the world remains silent.
Speak up. Be their voice. They need you.
“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” - John 3:16
“Behold the Lamb of God.”
John the Baptist says this to Jesus’s face in John 1:29. Then says it again in verse 36.
And for the first time reading it today I stopped and thought, damn. That is a really violent thing to say to someone.
I am fasting with a friend and asked him to read John 1. So I read it again myself, slowly, so I can walk him through it when we meet. It was a largely peaceful, meditative read. I’ve read it countless times.
But I read verse 29 differently today.
I’ve heard “the Lamb of God” so many times it sounds like a title, like an honorific. Something you’d engrave on a church wall.
But in first-century Jerusalem, lambs weren’t a metaphor. They were being slaughtered daily at the temple. Everyone standing there when John said that knew exactly what you did with lambs.
John wasn’t composing poetry. He was announcing a gruesome death out loud, in public, to the man’s face.
It’s the equivalent of someone walking into a room and pointing at you in front of everybody and calling you “Christmas Chicken” or “Thanksgiving Turkey.” Then doing it again the next day, just to make sure nobody missed it.
And even that comparison is mild, cos no one genuinely believes a human will be dealt the fate of a chicken or a turkey. Everyone knew a lamb’s fate was real.
And Jesus hears that and keeps walking. He doesn’t correct John the Baptist, or flinch. He receives the name and moves toward everything it carries.
I paused on how agonizing that must have been. He was fully human. He felt what we feel. He knew what lambs were for.
The Incarnation was not God visiting earth in a protective suit. It was God becoming killable, knowing it from the beginning, and answering to the name without hesitation.
There is nothing greater than that in all of human history.