I have been very aware at the Easter bunny, eggs and candy that represent to those who are perishing, and those also of the church, what there meaning is to this momentus weekend. It is NOT about the penalty of our sins being paid in full, but some easter bunny hoax. It has saddened me. Maybe this is what my Lord wants me to know. To know this in light of the burden He suffered and the grief He has toward those who have no understanding.
It is ugly; it is the darkest day in history. And yet we call it Good Friday. Watching Mel Gibson's movie was the closest I ever came to understanding the grisly suffering of the cross, but even the best Hollywood can put forward doesn't do the Passion justice. Walking in the very places Jesus may have stepped on His way to His death stirs wonder and awe in me, but I still cannot come close to knowing what it really was like.
Jesus died from cruel and unusual punishment. He died for me. He took on my sins and paid what I could never pay. He spilled His blood to make me pure and acceptable in His sight. The cross is the pivotal moment in history. The sky darkened, the earth quaked, and Jesus declared with His final breath, "It is finished."
It is my prayer that those I love, my family, will come to this realization before the Lord comes again. I would acknowledge and show those who have darkened hearts the true meaning of Sunday, Black Friday and the power of the Resurrection. Not the celebration that ensues because it is called a "holiday," when in actuality/reality, it is a H. O. L. Y. D. A. Y.
The LAMB of GOD, my Shepherd, is nailed to the cross to purchase my right to have Him in my life.
The second Passover.
Friday, March 29, 2013
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