It's called Good Friday but when the historic happenings of this day are researched in detail, it's horribly grotesque and sad. My husband and I will experience The Passion Of The Christ movie once again in order to have these images refreshed in our minds for the coming year. I squint through laced fingers over my eyes but I have to see. I need to picture what He may have looked like. I need to fall in love with the way He told stories to the people, how He loved the children, how He led His disciples, how He healed the "nobodies", how He willingly allowed Himself to be taken to the slaughter. And then, when I do fall in love with Him, I watch the death and remember it was my sin that held Him there.
Are you a visual person? When I'm in prayer, I must picture my Jesus. I imagine Him on the hillside and in the boat on the sea... and carrying that cross... it helps me to focus on Who I am praying to. This God of the universe in human form--listening to me.
But it's all GOOD because we know the end of the story. Just days later He lives again and every Easter hymn and every picture and every symbol makes my heart leap because they all proclaim that I get to live too... forever--because of what He did that Friday.
We've just got to remember. Remember with me that this day is good.
(photos of decorating our Easter Tree this week--given to us by Molly's Sunday School teachers, Angela, James and Randi-Lynn--Thank you!)
