Thankful for the Cross

I hope you have a blessed weekend of celebrating Jesus Christ.

The Cross means so much to so many.

Two pieces of wood held our Saviour in His place for hours.

The place He chose to be.

He was mocked, spit on and yelled at as he hung for me. For you. For us.

Why did He do it? Why did He endure such beatings when He knew who He was doing it for?

What made Him stay?

We don't think of The Cross when we say yes to having an affair or an abortion.

We don't think of The Cross when we sneak around and spend money we know shouldn't be spent.

We don't think of The Cross when we are single and just wanting to be loved so we give ourselves away.

But when we do come to our senses and think not only of The Cross, but Who hung on it, that is when we become so overwhelmed that He would want anything to do with someone like us. That is the moment that we then find ourselves at a state of wanting something different than what we have and we say yes to His invitation to come. That is the moment we kneel and find ourselves at the foot of the very cross we read about in the Gospels. His blood dripping down upon us and covering every sin we ever committed when we ask Him for His forgiveness.

At the foot of The Cross is where we find forgiveness, grace, love, acceptance, brokenness made whole, healing and new life. The only place we'll find it. For He is the only One who has ever even offered to save us from eternal death. He is the only One who not only offered us the gift of salvation, but He followed through with His Father's plan that included The Cross. The place He would meet death, but where we would meet life.

He died with purpose.

You.

Me.

Purpose worth every beating, every hateful word yelled at Him, the crown of thorns and each nail that pierced His flesh.

The Cross. The beginning of what was thought to be the end of this King of Kings.

But then...3 days later Mary Magdalene would find an empty tomb.

Rock rolled away. Empty grave clothes.

A tomb that did not hold a trace that a King's body was ever laid to rest in it.

A King once dead, but One that even death could not keep from taking His seat at the right hand of God.

He loves us so much He gave His life for us. His life. I wouldn't do that for you or you for me.

I'll pray for ya, I'll make you a meal if you're sick, but willingly take a beating for you? Wouldn't happen.

Get bloodied beyond recognition? Never.

Willingly lay down on 2 beams of wood knowing the nails were coming? I would have never stuck that part out.

But He did. And I'm so thankful for His life that He gave.

Thank You Jesus to think that we were worth all that you endured on our behalf.

He is Risen!

If you have something on your blog about Easter and what it means to you...please share under Mr. Linky, we'd love to come visit you.

Also...click here to read Rachel Olson's devotional, Satisfaction of the Cross on Proverbs 31 Ministries this week.

~Many Blessings~