Resurrection

Last weekend was fun at church. We had an awesome service, a great turnout, and good fellowship with friends – both new and old. Below are some photos of our family after service. I couldn’t get one of us all together, because I forgot to bring my camera to church. But these are fun anyway…




At this time of year (if at no other time!), we’re reminded of Jesus’ sacrifice for us…and, of course, the Father’s sacrifice. “For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son that whosoever believes in him shall not perish, but have everlasting life.” What kind of Love is this? Can we ever really even begin to grasp it?

One thing that always inspires me, and causes a lump in my throat, is thinking about what Mary went through as she witnessed her son’s suffering and ultimate death at the hands of the enemy – and of those whom he came to save. When you have children of your own, you become much more sensitive to these things. Any time you hear of a case of a child being abused or neglected or murdered, you no longer just think, “Oh my goodness, that’s so terrible!” and shed a tear. You have this righteous indignation and fierce, passionate anger well up that says, “How DARE they do that??” You become extremely sensitized to the anguish of a parent who suffers the loss or even prolonged illness or hardship, of a child – even fully grown. You get a fresh angle and a deeper understanding of the Father’s love for us and why he would go to such extremes for us. And that’s God, who knows the beginning from the end and sees the purpose in his plans with full understanding. But Mary was only human…like you and me. I can identify with Mary. She knew God had a purpose in it, but it still had to be a complete anguish to her soul. You can have peace in your heart and still feel deep loss. I can only imagine what she felt.

I’m so grateful for the work of the cross – for Jesus’s death, burial and resurrection. God knew that only by allowing Jesus to suffer and die could he save many. He knew that Jesus would not be gone for good, but that he would raise him up on the third day – victorious, having defeated the works of darkness and paving the way for many more Sons and Daughters to come by their own adoption into the family of God. Jesus, I am forever thankful.

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