“He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay.” Matt 28:2 (NIV)
As we celebrate this beautiful Easter morning and share in the joy that is Christ Jesus, our living Lord and blessed Savior, let us always remember that it was our bodies that should have been broken, our blood that needed to be spilled, our sides that were supposed to have been pierced.
Our heads should have been the ones split apart by a crude ring of thorns, but they weren’t.
We should be the ones to pay for our wrongs.
But we were not.
May your Easter be forever filled with the Love and awesome Grace of Christ.
I’m sitting in an unfamiliar church today. And I’m ashamed to say I’ve been silently chuckling to myself as the service goes on at all of the little quirks and problems that have happened. No harm in that, you might say; it is after all a small country church- funny things are bound to happen.
But then one of those strange God-moments happened to me. Who am I to laugh? It’s not that we shouldn’t strive for professionalism and excellence. It’s the fact that these people, no matter how unprofessional their service or how many times the vocalists fell out of tune- no matter what happens- these people are genuinely worshipping the living, breathing, omnipotent and omnipresent GOD. And that’s something I can respect.
