My prayer today was simple: "Help me to give all of myself to you, Lord. Please give me the desire and the strength to do so." I have loved ones I am praying this for, so it hit me that I might want the same for myself.
I want to want what God does. Truth is, I don't. But I want to. I guess this is a great first step!
Easter weekend is beginning on a gloriously sunny, temperate note here in East Tennessee. It's one of those "good-to-be-alive" days. And it's Good Friday.
Today I remember the terrible price Christ paid on that cross, the place where he was temporarily forsaken by God so that I would never be. I'm so thankful to Him. I'm reminded not to brag about anything by the example he set when he humbled himself so much, the very God of the Universe, becoming a human being and subjecting himself to human authority, rejection, humiliation, torture and death so that I could live forever. I pray that, no matter how hard society (through the pervasive spirit of the antichrist) tries to rub out the truth of the death and resurrection of Christ and exactly all that it purchased for me, I will never waver in my belief and in my appreciation. In my reverence. My awe.
I pray that I will never take Easter lightly. It is a high holy day for believers. It is, possibly, the most forceful day in our spiritual heritage.
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