My first Easter as a Christian, wow it felt different and made me identify much more with each character involved. I really started to think what must it have felt like for Jesus, if I was in the crowd or an observer at the Cross.
I wrote a few poems over Easter and have shared them below.
WHAT WOULD I DO?
Lord Jesus tell me what would I do, if I was in Jerusalem, looking at you?
Release Barabbas, would that be my cry, or would I stand up and be prepared to die?
Forgive me my Lord, I don’t really know If my human weakness and frailty would show, would I go with the flow, try to fit in or could I step out and begin to show others what it means to have Christian brothers?
But now in another time and dimension, I really ought to mention that still each day we face this dilemma.
Don’t let me be spineless, help me to know that I need have no fear of mocking or jeers, that you are with me holding my hand, we will face this together, your truth will expand my horizons and help me to know that those who oppose me fail to engage with reality, justice or eternity.
So now with you I have no fear, with love and prayer I’ll meet their cries, their questions and their prying eyes,
I thank you God for this is true, you give me strength to openly love you, every day I want my life to be an expression of your love for me, to give to those who don’t understand, turn the other cheek and hold out my hand.
What does Good Friday mean to me? …….. I stop to think.
Familiarity of the story perhaps prevents me from appreciating the enormity of the glorious, sacrificial act of love, of Jesus sent from heaven above
There is no doubt about one thing, your sacrifice has rescued me and redeemed me for eternity.
What did Good Friday mean to you, did you feel fear like I would do, did you feel pain and want to flee, were you really thinking of me?
Why did you allow Judas to entrap you, the soldiers to capture you, the people to condemn you, with their rapturous support of Barabbas and their ill-conceived perception of you, a blessing sent to them from above, sent to rescue them with a Father’s love. You could have run, you could have fled, you could have given up on me, instead you chose to rescue me to enjoy life for all eternity
Reflecting on your motives, helps me more to notice the sacrifice you chose, was always to expose the weakness in their explosive hatred of your witness, where resistance played into their hands but acceptance of your Father’s plans ensured that your people here on earth would benefit from second birth.
IT IS FINISHED
Not a whimper, not a whisper you didn’t murmur, mumble or grumble there was indeed an almighty rumble, from up above the sky turned black, this was said without lack of force or decibels, in fact I believe that it was yelled so loud that with one cry we know that IT IS FINISHED.
No more pain, no suffering, no fear, no crying, weeping, wailing, sobbing, no more can death contain us IT IS FINISHED we proclaim, a new life is ours to claim, we don’t deserve the gift you bought us through your sacrificial slaughter yet IT IS FINISHED was your cry a message of love and selfless giving.
You departed this world and rose again and through that act of merciful giving, we indeed can celebrate living. Living in a world where we are free to choose, and even when we lose in life then in you we are always winners, despite being sinners we are no longer condemned to eternal damnation instead we are promised a life of salvation.
MY FIRST EASTER
Some may think that what I am saying is about Easter eggs and Easter bunnies, because as a child that’s what we loved best, for our parents there was no rest until we received the chocolate treats that we perceived to be the highlight of Easter week.
But really this year what I am saying, is despite my age and Christian upbringing, I’ve woken today with great joy in my heart, my first Easter day where I’m not apart from the wonderful saviour who died on the cross, so that despite all my failings I wouldn’t be lost.
So praise to our God this my very first Easter, I’m learning and growing and following the teacher, taking more notice of all he has done, and giving us his only son, his sacrifice has rescued me, I am with him for eternity.