Good Friday

Easter is coming. For us Christians it feels sort of like the Super Bowl, or the final game in the NHL playoffs. This is the big one for us. The holiday of all holidays. This weekend, we will morn. This weekend, we will rejoice.

For me, I have always found it easy to just skip to the good part about Easter. The part where Christ has risen from the dead, defeating the grave, the greatest victory of all. But this year, I'm trying really hard to focus on the tough stuff first.

I don't think I ever fully understood how great a sacrifice the cross was until I had a child of my own. Ohh children. They just have a way of putting things into perspective for you don't they?

I love my daughter more then anything. I would do anything for her. Now I couldn't imagine sending her into a place, knowing full well that she would be beaten, and killed in the most humiliating way ever. My innocent daughter. I couldn't do that. But God did do that. He sent his only son as a sacrifice, to die for me, to die for my husband, my child, and for you. Why? Love. He did it because of love. And why did Jesus willingly go to the cross? Love. A love so deep, I only understood it once I had a child of my own.

So tomorrow, I mourn the death of Christ. I prepare my heart for what is to come. Tonight Andrew and I will watch the Passion of the Christ, so we can remember the suffering that Christ endured. I will think about my name, Corals name, Andrews name that was written on the palm of his hands as they drove a nail through it, and hung him on the cross to pay for our sins.

And then I will wait. Because Sunday is coming. I have been teaching Coral how to say the four most joyous words I know "He is risen indeed!"

Prepare your hearts ya'll. Friday is almost here...