What is different about this year?  My mind has been flooded with the reality of the suffering my Lord took for me and my family.  It’s at a different level than in times past – this is not just another Easter.  As I have lived a little longer, I have come to realize that the blood is needed more than ever in my life, the life of my family and the people of this world. What the Lord saw in us that day of suffering makes me weep— The Trinity thought we were worth it.

We read the account of how Peter told the Lord, “no” and today as we have experienced life or life has experienced us, we say rather loudly, “Yes Lord.”

“From that time on, Jesus began to explain to his disciples that he must go to Jerusalem and suffer many things at the hands of the elders, chief priests and teachers of the law, and that he must be killed and on the third day be raised to life.

Peter took him aside and began to rebuke him. “Never, Lord!” he said. “This shall never happen to you.

Jesus turned and said to Peter, “Get behind me, Satan! You are a stumbling block to me; you do not have in mind the things of God but the things of men.

Then Jesus said to his disciples, “If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will find it.”

Matthew 16:21-25

Today, I don’t find myself saying, “Never, Lord” instead I find myself in a posture of deep wonder.  I am experiencing deep thoughts of how that suffering sets me and all the captives free – no matter what has us bound.  I think of Peter and I can only imagine the emotion of a man who wanted protect the Lord—what would you or I have said?  Ironically, the next steps proved to all of us that the Lord actually fought for every one of us instead.  We are never enough BUT HE IS.

When I watched the movie The Case For Christ, I heard Lee Strobel talk about the torture Jesus experienced while hanging on that cross.  The simple task of getting air in his lungs was now threatened by immense pain and asphyxiation.  It’s so easy to take our breath for granted, we don’t think about it? But on that Cross there was intense concentration to get oxygen. We also heard of how the lashed-to-shreds-back of Jesus was being shred even further by the extension of his body on the raw wood while trying to grasp for air.  Mr. Strobel gave us medical evidence of what must have taken place that day.  It is overwhelming to imagine such a thing but it is real.  

All this took place because of you and me.  He wanted us to be his own.  

Unreal.  Sobering.  Humbling.

He knew the battle had to be won in order for us to be called His own. 

If the red print hurt your eyes, I am sorry.  Today, my outlook is red and my heart is low with reverence and gratitude.  I love you Lord more than ever before.