I read something wonderful and beautiful that a funny and faith-filled friend posted on Facebook today. So grateful that she agreed to let me share it with you here. I hope it touches your heart the way it did mine.
Easter is in one week.
I am usually a hot mess in December. The slightest mention of the Baby Jesus, and how He came as an infant, to save us from our sins, dissolves me into weepy, sentimental tears. I blow up my house with decorations, torture my family with Christmas music on an eternal loop, and basically fall apart every day until December 26th. Do not even make eye contact with me in church during the Christmas season. Corby practically has to sedate me to make it through. It is simply the most tender holy season.
But Easter, Easter is just as magnificent, and although it doesn’t receive the hype and prep and decorating like Christmas, it is just as deep and holy, if not more so. It is a sober and moving THANKFULNESS for the one who gave His life so we may live eternally. Let us all prepare our hearts this week. May we all go visit a “stations of the cross”, regardless of religious upbringing. Let us all grieve on Good Friday. And may we all rejoice next Sunday. This is the week Jesus rose to his task and split history in two. This is the week he rode on a donkey, cried in the garden, suffered on the cross, rose into glory. This is the week that sinful, broken humans were granted a pardon, justified to perfection and set free. It is too miraculous for words. Songs and sermons will fail us.
May we all huddle at the cross this week in sobering reflection, overwhelmed by the punishment that brings us peace.