And while
Easter bunnies and chocolate eggs are fun. And treasures hidden for children to
find are delightful, I think mainly about Jesus this weekend.
Yesterday I
observed Good Friday. The day Jesus was nailed to a cross to suffer and die. The
day Jesus took on the sins of the whole world. The day he paved a way for
forgiveness. For peace between God and man. He suffered for me (and, by the
way, for you).
Suffering
for me.
Imagine.
I didn't ask
him to. But he did it anyway. And it took me almost 30 years to come to
understand how desperately I needed Good Friday. Desperately.
It has occurred
to me that Good Friday wasn't just yesterday. It is every single yesterday. It
is every single thing I have ever done or said or thought wrong… forgiven. Freely forgiven.
Tomorrow
I observe Resurrection Sunday. The day Jesus rose from the grave. The day he
took the victory over death that was promised for such a long time. But the
waiting for the promise doesn't hold a candle to the future of that victory.
The tomorrows.
He rose for
me. The hope for tomorrow is the truth for today that Jesus is Risen!
Victory for
me.
Imagine.
I don’t know
how it happened. I only know it did. The day I believed the truth about Jesus…
about the forgiveness and the victory… he put his Spirit into me and I knew.
Without a doubt. It happens that way when we believe.
It has also occurred
to me that Resurrection Sunday isn't just tomorrow. It is every single
tomorrow. It is every single hope and dream and victory that belongs
to me because I am a child of the King. Not a king, mind you. The King.
So today, in
between Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday, I stand, as I will each and every
day for the rest of my life on this earth, in the middle. I stand in the middle
of forgiveness and victory. And I thank Jesus for the free gift he gave me, so
long ago, before I was even born. Before I even know I needed it. Long before.
Thank you, Jesus.
Thank you.
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