Indeed

Once again Easter has come and gone. It was the first Easter I ever celebrated with a “big” church. It was also the first Easter for my budding family. It came and went like most days, without too much fuss. It makes me sad that I’m in a place in my life where something like that might happen. It should have been a day of celebration, of rejoicing in the triumph of Christ. But it’s just so easy to become worn down and tired from the day to day of work, school, blah, blah, blah.

As I was reading this morning, I came across someone who had a similar sentiment, yet they handled it in a very different way:

We all live in the hustle and bustle of our work.  And everybody in this room has weighty responsibilities, from leading churches and denominations, to helping to administer important government programs, to shaping our culture in various ways.  And I admit that my plate has been full as well. The inbox keeps on accumulating.

But then comes Holy Week. The triumph of Palm Sunday. The humility of Jesus washing the disciples’ feet. His slow march up that hill, and the pain and the scorn and the shame of the cross.

And we’re reminded that in that moment, he took on the sins of the world — past, present and future — and he extended to us that unfathomable gift of grace and salvation through his death and resurrection.

In the words of the book Isaiah: “But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.”

This magnificent grace, this expansive grace, this “Amazing Grace” calls me to reflect. And it calls me to pray. It calls me to ask God for forgiveness for the times that I’ve not shown grace to others, those times that I’ve fallen short. It calls me to praise God for the gift of his Son and our Savior.

I don’t have a high regard for President Obama (yes, he said that and you can read the remarks in their entirety here), but I’m chastised by his wisdom this morning. God’s grace is truly magnificent, and it certainly calls us to prayer.

I’m hoping, and praying, that as I have time over Spring Break to return to a habit I used to revel in every day (and feel remiss about if I skipped it), namely my coffee with God. It’s not enough to merely “study” His Word, I know I need to enveloped in it like a man walking through a dense fog. There may be times when I feel lost like that same man, but there is not doubt as to Who my guide is.

Here’s to a new season: may His resurrection be visible in each of us today!

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