I just read an amazing blog by the most amazing, Beth Moore. Ya'll, if you aren't familiar with her or her writings, I absolutely INSIST that you visit her blog - even if it's just for today's reading. Because it literally blew me away. I can only hope to have her insight one day (and her makeup and hair - I have never seen the woman look bad). To sum it up, she was writing about a friend of hers who passed away this week from breast cancer that had come back after apparently being in remission for many years and tied it in to our Savior's Passion that happened, this day, two millenia ago. The moral of the story? He knows what it's like to be us. Whoa.
I am one of the ones who forgets. I forget that even though Jesus was the Christ, the Son of God, He was also a man. A carpenter. Someone who had friends and laughed and joked and felt oh so deeply for the people He loved on this Earth. He was a man who didn't want to suffer a gruesome death, who knew that it would hurt physically, emotionally, and mentally. He begged God to find some other way, much like we do now when our hearts are wrenched in two. He knows what it's like to be us. He knows that this world is a really scary place, that we don't know from one moment to the next what's in store for us. But He does. He knew two millenia ago and He knows now.
I apologize for getting so spiritual, but this day is a momentous one for us Christians. Yes, Sunday is Resurrection Sunday, the time for celebration and rejoicing. And today is not a day to mourn by any means, but to reflect and be thankful. Our Hero has come, our Savior has come. He has conquered death and the grave, screaming into the heavens, "It is finished!" And because of Him we, too, are overcomers. We don't need to fear the next moment, the next day, the next breath. He took care of it. The price has been paid. Get ready for Sunday, ya'll.
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