the kindest days since i've met you
when i was younger i told my mother that easter was my least favorite holiday because we didn't eat turkey and she told me it should be my favorite because of what it meant. i suppose i always tried to be thankful for what christ did for me but i think part of me always took it for granted.
he was supposed to die for our sins. that's all there was to it.
i guess that's true, until you think about the fact that jesus was fully man as well as he was fully God. even though he knew the outcome, didn't it still take faith, to willingly accept the punishment of millions of people he had never met? not just the "mostly good" people, but people like rapists and serial killers and evil dictators.
would i die for my best friend? maybe.
would i die for someone who had hurt her? i don't think so.
whenever i feel completely alone, i know that God is always there. i never question it. i never feel abandoned by him. but that's exactly how jesus had to have felt, sacrificed for what everybody else had done, the sins of billions of people separating him from God knowing he himself had never done anything to separate him from his father's love. he took that guilt so i wouldn't have to feel it, and he let God turn his back on him during the most frightening and difficult time of his life, his death, so that i would never be alone. how could you possibly find the strength not only to die, but to take responsibility for the sin of every person who has ever lived? did he know he would conquer death? even if God had told me the grave wouldn't hold me, i don't know if i could believe him.
i don't know if i can ever understand how he made that sacrifice for me, for you, for all of us, and all we have to do is admit we need it.
he was supposed to die for our sins. that's all there was to it.
i guess that's true, until you think about the fact that jesus was fully man as well as he was fully God. even though he knew the outcome, didn't it still take faith, to willingly accept the punishment of millions of people he had never met? not just the "mostly good" people, but people like rapists and serial killers and evil dictators.
would i die for my best friend? maybe.
would i die for someone who had hurt her? i don't think so.
whenever i feel completely alone, i know that God is always there. i never question it. i never feel abandoned by him. but that's exactly how jesus had to have felt, sacrificed for what everybody else had done, the sins of billions of people separating him from God knowing he himself had never done anything to separate him from his father's love. he took that guilt so i wouldn't have to feel it, and he let God turn his back on him during the most frightening and difficult time of his life, his death, so that i would never be alone. how could you possibly find the strength not only to die, but to take responsibility for the sin of every person who has ever lived? did he know he would conquer death? even if God had told me the grave wouldn't hold me, i don't know if i could believe him.
i don't know if i can ever understand how he made that sacrifice for me, for you, for all of us, and all we have to do is admit we need it.