Usually, the Thursday before easter comes around and I start getting weepy. I start thinking about all my Jesus did for me on that Thursday 2000 years ago and the waterworks start to flow.
By Friday, I’m a mess.
Saturday is quiet.
And on Sunday…I know my Redeemer LIVES!
Sunday is good!
This year was a little different.
I reflected on Passion Week throughout the week...Thursday came, Friday was sweet and busy and fun, we went to Church on Saturday and had a lovely dinner with friends and I never cried.
Oh, but Sunday.
My spirit was heavy on Sunday.
We dyed eggs and had a feast.
I pulled out the resurrection eggs and as I was talking to the kids about all that our Lord did for us, I had to hold back the tears.
I came into my room and started to listen to some praise and worship and classic Easter songs and I wept.
What do I think about on Easter that makes me cry?
- I think about Mary.
I'm a mom, so I think about Mary. At 15 did she have any idea what she would witness? Did she have any clue that the sweet baby she held and sung to; the sweet baby that wrapped His tiny fingers around hers would be condemned to a criminal's death? Did she have any clue that He would save the souls of mankind? As she stood at the cross and watched her baby boy brutally die, did she think of every tenderness, every kiss, every hug, every tear, every dream, every moment that made Him her precious child? I think Jesus thought of all those moments as he looked upon her, and even in His final moments he took care of her needs, the same way she had always taken care of His.
- I think about Jesus.
I think about the fact that hours before he was betrayed, he was loving and serving those He cared for most.
No greater love…
- I think about the disciples.
I think of Judas’ betrayal. Satan lied and entered him and then left him, desperate and shamed with no where else to go, but the potter’s field. I think of Peter and his denial. His broken heart, his guilt, the freedom he felt when he saw the empty tomb. I think of John. How did he look on His savior and best friend and watch Him brutally die? I think of the devotion he had to Jesus as he took Mary as his mother, caring for her for the rest of her days. I think of him running to the tomb and going straight in with complete, overwhelming excitement!
- I think about those who have no hope.
- I think about how unworthy I am that I have hope.
- I think about the Joy of salvation.
- I think about the Resurrection!
There is Hope Beloved! He is Hope! He died for you and He is Risen! Believe and be saved!
"Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here; He has risen!" Luke 24:5-6
You are His beloved,
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