Month: April 2021

Review – The Reset by Jeremy Riddle

The first page of the introduction slapped me hard across my face: 

This is what it said:

I don’t believe there has been a moment in history when the temptation to be a worship leader for all the wrong reasons has ever been greater, never a moment where the seduction of personal glory, fame, followers, adulation, money, self-gratification and earthly reward has more surrounded and infected this precious thing we call worship.

Then, I turned the other cheek so I could read it again. 

I first heard about The Reset: Returning to the Heart of Worship and a Life of Undivided Devotion from a friend of mine. I was intrigued, so I purchased the short book, expecting to finish it in a day. It took me a week because I had to spend time reflecting after each chapter. 

The book causes me to pray for those musicians who play or sing in multiple churches but who aren’t a part of any. At the same time, it reminds me of the times when I’ve settled for less than what God wants of me as a worshiper and a disciple of Jesus Christ.

If you desire to worship the Lord in a way that is deeper than music, status, and position, this book is for you.

Get ready to repent.

*Photo courtesy of Ben White and Unsplash

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I Sinned. He Paid.

I betrayed him with a kiss.

I arrested him I took him to the high priest.

I stood before him with the Sanhedrin.

I declared him a blasphemer.

I blindfolded him,

I slapped his face I yelled, “Prophesy!”

I denied that I knew him three times.

I tried to free him, but my plan was doomed.

I screamed, “Crucify him! Crucify him!”

I ordered him flogged and crucified.

I put a robe on him and yelled, “Hail, king of the Jews!”

I shoved a crown of thorns down on his head.

I hit him on the head with my staff

I drove the thorns deeper into his head.

I spit on him.

I humiliated him.

I tied him to the post for his flogging.

I whipped him, 39 times, with a cat of nine tails.

I made him carry his own cross.

I drove the nails into his hands and feet.

I stood the cross high so the world could see his death.

I cast lots for his clothes.

I cursed him from my own cross.

I took a spear and jabbed it into his side.

I saw how he died.

I heard what he said.

I sinned but he paid the price.

“Surely this man was the Son of God.”

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