All week I was trying to visualize Easter once again.
Having been born and raised in a Christian family,
one, sometimes wonders,
"How does the Cross really impact me?"
We've heard the story and songs for so long and
sometimes it's easy to go through the mechanics of the Season.
But this morning when I woke up,
in front of my spacious window stood 4 police cruisers and two
pick-up trucks with young offenders.
I watched and vividly I saw one police member
grab this fellow and check him for weapons,
and before I knew it there was a scuffle.
(meanwhile I'm trying to grab a few pictures,
sneaking around the house.)
Then all of a sudden, the officer needed to add force
and the offender collapsed face-down into the hard pavement.
I was just feeling the excruciating pain...
Immediately my thoughts were focused on Jesus,
thinking about the heavy cross he had to carry,
meanwhile being treated ruthlessly.
Yes, it was at the Cross that Jesus relentlessly gave up,
only to give us hope and life for the future.
He was betrayed and beaten,
but he was obedient to his Father, God.
My prayer went out immediately to those young offenders,
that somewhere in their life, they too,
would have the opportunity to understand
the meaning of the Cross,
and that they will have felt pardoned and forgiven.
We then got ready to attend a local church service in town.
It was such a blessing to be greeted with a
warm face like Judy and her husband,
and better yet we were privileged
to share communion together.
"Trade these ashes in for beauty
And wear forgiveness like a crown
Coming to kiss the feet of mercy
I lay every burden down
At the foot of the cross"
May you all find true meaning at the Foot of the Cross.