This year we made an Easter Garden. The kids loved helping me put it together. We spent time talking about the penalty for sin, and our depravity. We talked about the filthy condition of our hearts as we dug in the dirt, and that Jesus' act of love and sacrifice saved us from an eternity of condemnation and seperation from God. We read a little bit of the story each day, stopping to discuss WHY Jesus had to die,WHY He was betrayed by Judas, WHY the woman annointed Him with perfume, WHY the Jews sent Him to His death on a cross. The solemn conversation on Friday was a stark contrast to the shouts of joy and surprise which greated us on Easter morning. "Jesus isn't in the tomb anymore!" "Look, Mommy, the stone has been rolled away!"
A great reminder of the awe and excitement I so often lack throughout the rest of the year.
"The more I know your power, Lord
The more I’m mindful
How casually we speak and sing your name
How often we have come to you
With no fear or wonder
And called upon you only for what we stand to gain
God forbid, that I find you so familiar
That I think of you as less than who you are
God forbid, that I should speak of you at all
Without a humble reverence in my heart
Lord, I often talk about your love and mercy
How it seems to me your goodness has no end
It frightens me to think that I could take you for granted
Though you’re closer than a brother
You’re more than just a friend
You are father,
Lord of lords,
you're King of kings
Beyond my understanding
No less than everything"
-Point of Grace