I didn’t know what to write about today but as a writer, it’s what I need to do. Sitting here looking at my son as he sleeps in my arms, I realize the most important thing I could ever share with you. While everyone is on their own path to find their happy and relative truth, here’s what I discovered along the way.
Somehow you and I, before we ever gasped for air began as a sweet memory in the heart of God. The Creator of time, space, and everything in between made us in His image, His little mini-mes. Just like Him, He gave us free will—unfortunately we allowed curiosity to best us. We defied the One who gave us breath—our perfection destroyed by the black stain of sin.
But that didn’t stop Him. Yeah, I know we all heard scholarly folk refer to Him as a tyrant but if they really knew what we know, they’d understand He’s a righteous Judge, the spotless Lamb, the King of kings, the great I AM. Here He both is and was in the beginning relentlessly orchestrating His plan of redemption because what they thought was Him being controlling is really what the Passion of the Christ truly looks like.
If you were God, would you take the place of the ones you created in your image who constantly spit in your face and willingly defies you? No? Well, He loves us—you and me—so much that’s exactly what He did. He decided that instead of annihilating us, which He was justified in doing, He’d rather come in our form and suffer humiliation, humbly. Jesus Christ.
On Calvary, centuries ago, red streams flowed from the side of the Creator as He, in agony, hang on the tree He created, hated and pierced in the side by His most cherished creation—you and me. Though it was foretold, I’m pretty sure Mary’s heart was filled with anguish. However, it didn’t compare with the pain God the Father feels when our lives reject His love.
Praise be to God, that Jesus Christ is who He says He is. You see, in my search for truth, no one else gave me peace. No one else proved to me they had the power to wash the blackness of my sin away with red blood to make me whiter than snow—He redeemed me. His resurrection enabled me to come alive and once again be in fellowship with the King of glory.
I do hope that you, too, receive the redemptive work of Jesus Christ and accept His salvation that He lovingly and freely made available to you. Let this Holy Week be the start of you daily living a life unashamed of the Gospel. He is the answer.♥