Easter Musings...

I thought of something to write about the cross… about that gruesome Friday that is called good because it’s the greatest thing that could happen to and for me. Sometimes we don’t have to go too deep to bring out certain truths. Sometimes, its okay to run your fingers on the surface and glaze through what lies there… because in truth, even a surface should be so sharp, you get bleeding fingers.

Jesus came, He died, he was buried and He rose again… His death, burial and resurrection is all the truth there is to live the life of victory. He made an open show of the devil in this selfless act. The simplicity of it all.

He died that His will would be executed in our lives. He died and the will has been read… all the promises and blessings written in the bible have become legally ours because He died on that cross. In His death burial and resurrection, He has given us all things… He has blessed us, He has forgiven us, He has given us victory, and He has given us a rich and satisfying life.

In His death, He proved once and for all how much He loves me…. You… and even him, the one drunkenly sprawled in his own mess. It’s all so simple… all we have to do is believe. And In our believe, we are raised up to that position of victory, of rest, seated with Him in heavenly places, high above principalities and power.

The simplicity of the gospel, gives every room for the desire for complicated, deep revelations to blind us… and we see people so blinded everyday with pointless arguments. We don’t argue about truth, we just believe it.

I have come to know this Jesus, I have come to know His love… indeed, I can’t know him without knowing His love. He is love and this love is Him. I have come to believe in him with all of my being, that even when I doubt, there’s so much belief in the voice of doubt that gives it no chance to find expression.

The Jesus I have come to know, the love I have received that has caused me to love Him back is not one I want to argue about.

I go through challenges, I have my moments, but nothing is big enough to cause me to doubt the power of the cross… the resurrection power.

I don’t go to church to get stuff… I don’t believe in Him because I have needs. What if those needs are not met as I want them to be? Does that mean I stop believing? I become disgruntled and angry at him?

It’s more than the superficial things… its so much more.

Like the song "crown' by  Hillsong goes

“And all my wealth is in the cross

There's nothing more I want

Than just to know His love

My heart is set on Christ

And I will count all else as loss

The greatest of my crowns

Mean nothing to me now

For I counted up the cost

And all my wealth is in the cross’

Why would anyone want to be anywhere else? When the warmth of His arms is everything to live for?

He took the fall.

His body was broken.

His person was mocked.

He was called names.

He was tortured.

My salvation was born.

In the lashes He took.

In the nails that pierced His hands and feet.

In the pain that rushed through His body…

My salvation was carved.

Such a beautiful masterpiece was weaved through the ugliness of the cross, the shed blood, the pain and the shame.

Such a masterpiece was weaved in the words that He sighed, “It is finished”

It is finished indeed.

I wear the garment of salvation with pride.

I do not deserve it, but His love found me, washed me and clothed me in the royal robes.

About 2000 years ago, love was defined, love reached its climax… Love conquered.

With all His excellence and glorious splendor. With all His strength and power. With the armies of the heavens He commands… despite it all, He chose to be weak on this day so He could become the strength of my life.

Through the storms, through it all… I stand, because all may fail, but He is indeed the strength of my heart.

“My health may fail, and my spirit may grow weak, but God remains the strength of my heart. He is mine forever” Psalm 73:26