I am ashamed to admit that I was hesitant about posting anything relating to Good Friday or Easter, because sometimes I think I’m crazy to believe in Jesus and am afraid of what others might think of me.
And that, friends, is embarrassing. I’m embarrassed with myself for wanting to keep that very real and very deep part of my life to myself because of my unfounded fears. Loving God and living for Him is nothing to be ashamed of.
He should be ashamed of me.
God, I’m sorry that I am ashamed of you, and that I didn’t want to speak your truth. I have nothing to be ashamed of. It’s only because of YOU that I have life. You’ve given me this mouthpiece – this blog that reaches many – and I failed to respond when you asked me to speak your truth and be a beacon to others.
When my brother died last November, the only thing that got me through that horrific time was the peace and love I truly felt from God. I honestly don’t know how anyone survives a tragedy like that without the Holy Spirit being with them. I know that I wouldn’t be where I am today without Jesus. I know that I wouldn’t have been able to cope without the hope He offers. It’s easy to feel hopeless in dark times, but with Jesus, there is hope.
Jesus died on the cross for us. He shed his blood for each and every one of us, to save us from a life of sin and separation from God. (I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true. Here is one recorded account, if you’re interested, in Matthew 26 – 27
Easter is a beautiful time. It’s a celebration of hope, a celebration of life, and celebration of redemption. We are redeemed because of Jesus Christ. Our lives have value, our stories matter, because of Jesus.
Good Friday is a day to remember to crucifixion of Christ. A day where hope appeared dashed. A day of darkness. We all go through days of darkness when our hopes appear dashed, too.
And then comes Easter Sunday – the sunshine after the storm, the celebration of the miraculous resurrection of Jesus. He poured his love out on the cross, and we are redeemed too.
These words about Easter from Jamie the Very Worst Missionary
struck me hard the other day: “A day to remember that what appears to be Hope dashed is actually Love poured out. Redemption is sneaky like that.”
You are loved. There is hope. This is truth.
Happy Easter, friends.
PS. Thank you Kelli and Danni for your inspiring and encouraging Easter posts – it was reading your words yesterday that encouraged me to write my own.