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[et_pb_section fb_built=”1″ admin_label=”section” _builder_version=”3.0.47″ custom_padding=”0|0px|54px|0px|false|false”][et_pb_row admin_label=”row” _builder_version=”3.0.48″ background_size=”initial” background_position=”top_left” background_repeat=”repeat”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″ _builder_version=”3.0.47″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Text” _builder_version=”3.0.74″ background_size=”initial” background_position=”top_left” background_repeat=”repeat”] Sweet Jesus, you rock my world.  You did the unimaginable.  Even thinking about what you went through before your crucifixion, it’s beyond my human comprehension.  Yes, I can understand the facts, know it by heart, but to try to remotely empathize with the emotional and physical aspects of what you went through is mind rattling.  

To be complacent of your story is an injustice, a travesty.  It would be so easy to fall into that spectrum of objectivity, lacking emotion, feeling numb or reserved.  There is a sense of guilt and unworthiness that can creep up into my stomach and up my chest.  So much that the automatic response is to distract my attention to something else, preferably pleasing and less harsh.  

In these times I forget to inhale and welcome your grace, to remind myself that I’m not alone in this journey, that you invite my insecurities, my dumbfoundedness and my fears into the mix.  Let me resend your grace by being gracious to myself, not dwelling on my own iniquities but accepting where I’m at and continuing to grapple with the severity of your sacrifice.

Jesus, I wish I could write a love song to express my deep devotion and gratitude.  Instead may my daily actions reflect a melody that is equally beautiful to your ears.

In your holy name,

Amen   [/et_pb_text][/et_pb_column][/et_pb_row][/et_pb_section]

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