There’s nothing like Holy Week and the joyous anticipation of our Savior’s resurrection on Easter Sunday. Some of my favorite sacred songs and texts impress themselves deeply into the mind and heart during this special time of year (see below). But there were other more mundane matters to write about as well.
From the Independence Institute
- Amy Oliver Show: Jeffco School Board Steps Forward (Podcast)
- Breath of Fresh Air: Teachers Stand Up Against Tenure Lawsuit, Union Bullying (Ed Is Watching)
- How to Avoid the Munchkins: A Little Tenure Reform Advice for Kansas (Ed Is Watching)
- Cheering for New Hampshire Kids to Win Their Day in (the Supreme) Court (Ed Is Watching)
- Large-Scale Class Size Reduction Doesn’t Work: More Moderation, Please (Ed Is Watching)
Top Facebook Links of the Week
- A Hillsdale Classmate’s New Book Gets National Attention: George Will: Misreading the Constitution (Washington Post)
- Shining the Light on a Little Bit of Timely Irony: Ethics Commission Changing CORA Policy to Comply with State Law (Complete Colorado)
- A Personal and Societal Burden: Knight: Recovering the Meaning of Marriage (Washington Times)
In recognition of Good Friday, I also posted poignant excerpts from three of my favorite songs that point our eyes straight to the heart of Calvary:
1. “Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders;
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers.
“It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished;
His dying breath has brought me life,
I know it is finished.
“How pure, how strong,
How deep the Father’s love for us!”
2. “Not a royal diadem placed upon His precious head,
Just a mockery of men upon His brow.
Holy blood flowed down His face
From the thorns of cruel disgrace,
His true majesty replaced with such a crown.
“A crown of life it was to me;
Through his scars I am redeemed.
Love found a way on Calvary.
He paid the price.
It was my cross, He made it His,
And sacrificed so I could live.
Mercy gave me heaven’s gift: the crown of life.”
3. “Beneath the cross of Jesus
I find a place to stand,
And wonder at such mercy
That calls me as I am;
For hands that should discard me
Hold wounds which tell me, ‘Come.’
Beneath the cross of Jesus
My unworthy soul is won.”