Today is Easter Friday, and depending on where you are in the world the day is either slowly coming to an end or you are only a few hours into it. As a child, this Easter season brought with it a lot of excitement because of treasure hunts and Easter eggs – whether at school or at church or at family gatherings. This year, I didn’t have any of that. And so for the most part I was in my thoughts and in my feelings about what today really means to me and for me, right now, in this moment, having grown spiritually over the years.
The day has become less about chocolates and easter bunnies for me, and more about the ultimate sacrifice that’s ever been made since the beginning of time. About Christ accepting to bear my sins (past, present and future), to take on whatever blame the enemy may have tried to pin on me, to be bruised for my iniquities and wounded for my transgressions – all so that I could one day boldly proclaim that I am the righteousness of God. That I am in right standing with God.
It baffles me, it honestly does, that before I was even a thought in my parents’ mind He thought of me – of you, of us – and said we meant so much to Him. Enough that He who was the fullness of the Godhead in a body, would accept to be humiliated, hurt, marred and ridiculed so that we wouldn’t have to be. In that very moment, I was on His mind, and so were you.
Listen this is God in a Body. Meaning if He wanted to, He could easily have put an end to the torture, to the beating, bruising and battering, and punished all those who were treating Him as though He was their creation – subject to their actions without them facing any consequences. But He bore all of this, so that I can have access to the Father. He bore it so that on days where I feel I’m at my worst, or I’m in a slump of sorts, or even at my best, I can communicate with the Father and not have anything count against me. Because of this sacrifice, I’m able to boldly call myself a child of God whose best friend is the Holy Spirit.
On days where I feel unworthy of His love, grace, goodness, kindness, mercy and favour, this sacrifice reminds me that all of these are not dependent on my works but on His love. And because He is love, and Love gave , and continues to give, these blessings continue to be POURED OUT in abundance over my life.
He is my hiding place, my safe space, my home.
My comfort, my peace.
My shepherd, and provider.
The giver of my joy in the midst of troubled waters, and the assurance of stability when life’s seas are raging.
He’s my reason for living; my reason for life.
And because He chose to die for me, I choose to boldly live for Him.
There’s so much more to say, because my heart is genuinely overwhelmed at the thought of all that this sacrifice means to me, and for me. But for this post, this is where we end it.
What does Christ’s sacrifice mean for you? And how has the consciousness of this helped shape the manner in which you relate with God throughout your walk of faith?
If those questions are a little hard to answer, I’d like to encourage you to spend some time with Him today. In His presence, and in His word. Allow Him to reveal Himself to you. Allow Him to speak to your heart, and to your life in the way that only He can.
Today, I leave you with two things:
The first is a song I fell in love with recently. It is called No Bondage and is by Jubilee worship. It speaks of the results of the works that were accomplished at the cross.
The second is a sermon series titled Grace Like a Flood. by Pastor Michael Todd. I have no words for how it has blessed and continues to bless me. I have no doubt that it will be the same for you.
If there are any songs you’d like to share with me which just remind you of God’s immeasurable love , feel free to comment down below.
Grace & Peace to you & yours
– Xo, Jo 🌺