Happy Easter just doesn't seem like enough. It just doesn't do justice for what actually took place.
I was talking with a good friend tonight and we were talking about what "Easter" really means. That Easter Sunday is a day of celebration, but when you think about Friday and what Jesus did for you and I, wow!!! I've been called a heartless person a time or two before because I don't easily cry (particularly over sappy movies), but when I think about Jesus on the cross so that I could spend eternity in heaven with my Lord, that brings me to tears.
A few years ago, I heard someone make it very personal... Picturing Jesus on the cross, asking God, "Isn't there any other way this can be done?! There has to be another way that Jenny Steinkopf from Wadena can spend eternity with her Lord! But if there isn't, if this is THE only way for her to have eternal life, then I will do it. I will pay the penalty due for her sins. Because I love her."
I will admit though. I went through Easter Sunday and don't get me wrong, I was thankful and thought about how great it was that Jesus died for my sins and PRAISE GOD He rose and the tomb was empty. Yea God. But I didn't really celebrate. So often, I take it for granted. The gruesomeness of the crucifixion. How horrible of a thing that was done to Jesus so that I could have eternal life. That He would pay the penalty due for my sins. And that Jesus would willingly die that gruesome death knowing the things I would do, say and think and how short I would fall of His glorious standard of perfection. Despite all my messiness and muck, He still said, "I love her."
I may suck. This world may suck. Circumstances may suck. But God does not! He has risen...He has risen indeed!!! Oh that wonderful cross! HAPPY EASTER! :)
