I'm talking about the cross.
Sometimes, the hugeness of what Jesus did, the unfathomable weight of it all, is too much for my brain and my emotions to bear. Christmas seems lighter. A sweet baby, the promises of a new beginning. It is easier for me to grasp. But Easter. Easter can be hard. Easter it involves a grown man, all my sins, and a terrible death.
And when I think of God, His Son not sparing;
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died, to take away my sin.
I scarce can take it in. I'd rather look the other way, think about something else.
But now that I've felt overwhelmed for a few days, I'm coming to see that it can be a good thing. To go there, and think on the hard stuff, the dark stuff, the enormity of it all.
Because that's not where the story ends. God's gift isn't guilt. It's life! It's grace.
Jesus's death and resurrection is huge. It's real. It changes everything.
Thank you, God, for changing everything.
Because now, I can close my eyes, take a deep breath, and rest in it.
May you do the same, on this busy, back-to-it, Monday.
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