I have days when I am compelled to write. Writing is simply a
revelation of what is going on in one’s mind. Today is one such day for me.
Driving back from lunch it dawned on me that this is Easter
week. It usually slips up on me. For those of you who’ve seen what I say on
here, I am someone who believes in traditional values. I lean pretty far to the
right on most social and political issues and I don’t apologize for that. I’ve
a passion for life and liberty and justice. I enjoy simple pleasures. I enjoy
humor. I relish passionate spiritual music from another era (crazy I know). I get
jazzed and motivated serving others. That’s my calling.
But this week of the year pulls from me something that is from
the depths of who I am. I know I’m a husband and a son and a father, and now I’m
also a Pops. But who I really am is one who believes in the power of the cross
of Christ. Yes, I realize it was a cruel and bloody event a long time ago in
history that some people cringe and want to ignore. But the event of the cross
was the pivotal point in all of human history. God made a bridge to himself with
the horrible and brutal death of the God/man Jesus Christ. I’ve learned about
him, I’ve prayed to God in his name. I’ve relied on him to carry me when I had
no more strength. I’ve seen his hand and I’ve seen his heart. No human reasoning
could ever change my mind about who I KNOW he is.
So as I ponder this week and the junk He was given to endure,
it puts a big lump in my throat. I realize he did what he did to pay a debt for
me, that I was incapable of honoring. Whatever you’re doing this week I urge
you to stop and ponder the Christ who laid it down for us all. Embrace and accept
him. Take the gift that is being freely offered to you, and don’t look back. If
you do, you will realize and experience something called resurrection. That word
means that something was dead and had new life breathed into it. You’ve heard that
story. He died and went to a grave. His detractors thought they had snuffed him
out. But he had new breath pumped into him a couple of days later. He stood up
and walked out of his place of defeat and displayed God’s power one early
morning. That is the story of Easter. I hope you see it and experience it like
I have.
