May I never boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, through which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world. Galatians 6:14
The Easter season in Texas comes with all the spring rains and even storms with hail and tornadoes. We got our first hail storm last week, and that’s the only part of Spring I don’t like – the storms. My first tulips have bloomed and they have a special meaning for me because my Dad planted them many years ago so he’s always on my mind when they start blooming. The days are now longer and the mornings a little darker. The birds are singing and over the years our two doves have become about ten and I so enjoy listening to them coo. The first dove at our house arrived the day we got home from a funeral for our precious nephew, and he was sitting at the entrance as we walked up to the porch. I think about both my nephews who have gone home to the Lord each time I look outside and see all the doves in our bird baths and feeders. The grass is turning green and we mowed last week for the first time in 2014. Spring has sprung and new life has sprung.
Easter is the oldest Christian holiday, and probably the most important day of the church year, or at least it has always been so at our churches as they fill to capacity and more nursery workers are called in to help that day. It’s a beautiful time of the year as we celebrate the resurrection of Christ three days after his death.
At this time of the year I think about our new creation in Christ – our “new life“. In 2 Cor 5:17 it says, The old has gone, the new is here for each of us if we are in Christ. Easter is all about new life. Christ died for our sins and He rose on Easter. Every sin nailed Him to the cross.
This week we began a new study called Living So That. We talked about from the grave to grace. How awesome is that? One of our ladies shared how she could picture a mummy with all those rags labeled with things like fear, doubt, etc. being torn off. I could picture that mummy with all the words and all the rags of our life being torn off. On my best day I am NOTHING but filthy rags.
At church last Sunday our pastor talked about the cross and what a horrible meaning it had back in Jesus’ time, and how beautiful we portray it today with our decorations and jewelry we wear. In those days when Jesus was crucified, the cross meant horror, it meant torture being nailed to a cross, nails driven thru the wrists most likely, but possibly through the palms, and Luke depicts Jesus’s sweat becoming as blood. He was spat upon, struck, scourged with a whip, ultimately with the skin of the back in ribbons, and a crown of thorns pressed upon his head, stumbling and falling as he was forced to carry his cross, nails driven through his feet, being unable to get a fresh breath of air and that’s only a small part of what the agony and pain our Chirst suffered on that cross for each one of us for six long hours.
This week as we prepare for Easter ponder right now on all that He has done for you. Do you realize that he died humbly, willingly and lovingly for us? I am overwhelmed as I think how God sent His only begotten son to die for my sin.
In the shadow of his glorious cross how can we forget? Reseurrection Sunday is today and every day!