What is Easter to you?
Do Easter egg hunts, brunch with the family, pretty dresses and Sunday service comprise your day? These are a part of our day as well.
The older I grow, the more I yearn to glimpse beyond the surface of the day, to Jesus. To what He did because He loves me, and all His creation. He purposely endured betrayal by one of His own.
Though He could have stopped it, He didn’t.
He endured a false trial, and spoke not a word in His own defense. Jesus endured forty agonizing lashes that ripped open His back. Nails through wrists and feet, horrific hanging on a cross, His blood dripping down the beam on its way to the ground.
At any point, He could have stopped this.
What person, in his right mind, willingly subjects himself to this incredible suffering, the kind that pushes a human body far beyond what it was designed to handle?
And yet, because Jesus loves me, loves the world, He went through the “agonia.” He died a solitary death. What moved Him to do it?
Amazing, selfless, passionate. All-encompassing love.
Yes, He died. But what we celebrate Easter morning is the fact His love overcame death and He rose to life. The cross was the mode of His death. His willingness to hang there, under sun, clouds, the condemnation of many raining down on Him . . . all for love.
The grave was His mode for overcoming death. Making a way for all who are willing to embrace Him as Savior, to know His love, His acceptance, the abundant life He offers in the right now.
He did all of this for love.
I have the chance to respond to Jesus’ gift. So often, I forget the great sacrifice He made. The pain, the torture He endured. I take it for granted. I believed, right? That was all that was required.
His love is worth so much more than my taking it—Him—for granted. Jesus gave me a gift I could never have any. other. way.
A gift of eternal life only He could give. He gave it at the cost of His spilled blood. At the expense of His life. And He did it willingly.
All for love.
As Easter comes around again, I want to give Him all of my love . . .
As a thank you . . .
To give Him all that I am, every day. It’s the least I can offer in response to His love poured out on the cross and through the empty grave.
All for love. I give Him everything.
What about you? What are your Easter traditions? How do you keep Jesus’ love for you fresh in your life?
**P.S. If you’re interested, I’m guest posting over at finchnwren on Wednesday. I’d love it if you stopped by!
May your Resurrection Sunday be filled with the presence of Jesus’ love for you!
Following is a music video that moves me to tears. It is graphic, but the song is beautiful. I encourage you take a few minutes to watch and meditate.