We joined with other "believers" on a walk through town on Good Friday. A major in the Salvation Army portrayed Jesus carrying His cross. It was a rather quiet group. A three pound hammer and 3 huge spikes were passed among the walkers. Sometimes there was a clinking sound as the hammer pounded the nails. A small whip was passed down the line as well.
I couldn't help but think, it was really my hand that held the whip. My hand pounded the nails into the Saviour. The last several weeks have been weeks of testing, and in many ways I've been pretty sure I've failed the test. But when Easter suddenly appeared on my calendar it was a beautiful reminder that Jesus died to redeem my failure.
Easter Sunday morning always feels like an explosion to me. I find it difficult to stay focused on Good Friday. I want to race ahead to Sunday morning. I know a deep and profound salvation because of the Saviour Who went willingly to the cross, and stayed there until "it" was accomplished and He could cry, "It is finished!" It is finished. Death's sting is gone. Death has died. And we now have life forever. Death has brought life.
Saturday morning we woke to about 6 inches of snow!
And even in the midst of snow, there are still those delightful signs that spring is just around the corner. . . .
Blessings. . .
Have a beautiful week, walking with and resting in the Saviour.