My daughters are coming home today, Friday, from college for the weekend. It reminded me of a very special Good Friday reflection that my daughter, Calley, wrote a couple years ago for her blog www.voguemind.blogspot.com on Good Friday, April 6, 2012.
Enjoy. Be blessed. And praise God! Calley wrote:
The PASSION
If only I could capture in words what has been done here. But our language is so ineffective at communicating the Glory of the CROSS. That's because it's made by man.
This is so crazy to me. Think about this. I will NEVER EVER EVER IN A BILLION MILLION YEARS begin to fathom the tiniest inkling of Jesus Christ's great love for me or the significance of HIS DEATH as it pertains to my real life, the LIFE WITH MY GOD. It's just impossible. Ok, so Jesus knew that. He knew I was incapable of grasping my own need to be sanctified. That I didn't even know I wasn't living. That all my futile attempts to make atonement were just that, futile. He knew all this.
AND HE WENT AND DIED ON THE CROSS ANYWAY. Not anyway, actually more like BECAUSE.
I don't mean to be yelling this. I am emphasizing those words. So it's not an angry raising of the voice. How could it be? It's an "I'm in absolute awe and I want everyone else to be" emphasizing voice.
It gets crazier. Further beyond belief.
Now that He bought me, HE asks one thing that I give to HIM in return, since I owe HIM all now. He asks for my broken and contrite heart. He asks for me.
I don't know if any of y'all feel this way, but I don't feel in any way shape or form worthy to give myself to a KING. Or my baggage. My pain. My confusion, shame, sorrow, chaos, anger, etc. ad nauseum. Why is that fair? Why does HE give himself and then take on my BAD?
My mind is just not comprehending.
I have never felt a more beautiful gracing moment. What can compare? That question can't even be asked.
What is keeping me from running down the concourse, calling all my friends, and knocking on every neighbor's door? The same thing that put my SAVIOR ON THE CROSS in the first place.
I beseech you brothers and sisters. Stop and realize that we have been bought. The price has been paid. You, I AM REDEEMED. And I continue to be made new. Even more often than every day. Because God's gift goes beyond the constraints of earthly timing. It's more than every instant. Life is here. It is here.
Woah.
Praise God!
Pastor Chris
"The gospel is the story of Jesus [what God's only Son has done for us that we can't do for ourselves], spoken as a promise." - Robert Jenson
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