He Gave

I wish I had something profound to say to you about Easter weekend…but I don’t. I wish that I could tell you that I get it. That I understand fully what Jesus went through and why…but I can’t. I wish I could tell you that this weekend is the simple answer…but I won’t.

I will tell you that the story begins with a baby born in a stable, surrounded by stinky animals. His family travelled to escape harm. People were intrigued by him as he grew up. He taught and healed and called. He blessed and loved. He calmed storms and people. He nourished body and soul. He listened. He cared. He warned. He prayed. He gave.

He gave.

He gave his life.

He was betrayed. Imagine your best friend turning on you.

He was arrested. Imagine the cuffs being placed on your wrists.

He was tried. Imagine handing over your life.

He was beaten. Imagine the pain.

He was mocked. Imagine being laughed at.

He was murdered. Imagine being alone.

He gave his life.

Willingly, he withstood humiliation. Was embarrassed. Endured great pain. Allowed the very people he taught and healed and loved to decide his fate. But the story doesn’t end there. Because he gave – we live.

This evening, I attended an incredible Good Friday service at my church and was reminded that Jesus was humiliated for me. I look at the words above and tears roll down my cheeks because sometimes…

…sometimes I don’t give like he gave. Lord, forgive me. And grant me the courage to bear that cross. The story isn't simple at all. What he went through is hard to fathom. His love - just plain incredible and simply matchless. All he asks is for us to live.

Live like him.

                Bold.

                         Willing.

                                     Humble.

                                                                           So others can have life.


Keepin’ it Real…D