Through all of this work though, God has continued to amaze me this week with the truth of the resurrection. Sometimes, Easter just seems to pass by with a crowded church service and a colored, chocolate-filled basket. This time though, I feel like the awe of the event is still with me. Jesus could have gotten down from the cross at any time. But he didn't. Not only that, but it wasn't just physical pain that he suffered. He endured so much more than nails and taunting and suffocation. He, who was God and knew God and lived saturated in his presence was completely separated from him. I can't even comprehend that. It is awful and amazing and I just can't get over it. And honestly, I hope I never do. I have this habit of thinking of the crucifixion and almost feeling pity for Jesus. Instead though, I should feel awed at his might, determination, and love for us.
Anyway. I'll get off my soap box. Those are just thoughts that have been running through my mind lately.
i wud lke 2 dedicat ths post to colin brwn who thru gntl remndr of ma lazines gt me 2 wrte aftr mre thn 2 weks of absnse :) (see, it really is that difficult to read)
So true, Caitlin :)
ReplyDeleteI love the last bit dedicated to Colin. hahah