HAPPY EASTER

As a prelude to the performance of the Mime Ministry at the church where I worshiped on Palm Sunday, projected on the huge screens throughout the sanctuary was the gruesome/brutal beating scene from Mel Gibson’s movie, Passion of Christ. Suddenly, the pew where I was sitting did not seem as comfortable; the well appointed sanctuary did not feel distant and detached from the horrific price that Jesus paid for me to occupy that space.  The contrast was disturbing, to say the least.  I sat in soul-searching reflection.  Could I have borne up under what Jesus suffered for my sake?

“But He was wounded for our transgressions

He was bruised for our iniquities:

the chastisement of our peace was upon Him;

and with His stripes we are healed.”

(Isaiah 53: 5 KJV)

I left the service last Sunday humiliated to my lowest degree for the sins and transgressions that I had committed, and loving the Christ of God more than ever for His love toward me.

“Forbid it, Lord that I should boast,

Save in the death of Christ, my God,

All the vain things that charm me most,

I sacrifice them to His blood.”

(Isaac Watts, “When I Survey the Wondrous Cross”)