So the relevance of the coming weekend seems to be passing many by. The media is full of images of chocolate bunnies and roast lamb, yet the true reason behind the celebration is missing. Perish the thought that the cross would be mentioned, that Jesus who died in a truly horrific way for us would be spoken about in main stream media.
It feels like its shoved under the rug.
Hidden out of view.
Yet why celebrate if there is no celebration?
Personally this weekend means so much to me. The cross is my freedom, my new birth.
I am a sinner yet Jesus’ sacrifice washed away my sins.
Cleansed my soul
Set my heart free.
Yet this Easter feels a little different than others, maybe because I’ve struggled this year. Not with my faith but with being part of the church family. I’ve reverted to my old habits again. Barriers up and closing myself in.
Again the crazy thing is I know better. How can I build up friendships if I lock myself away?
How long will people be willing to try if i hold them at arms length?
I want so much to be part of a church family, to have my heart stirred up each week by passionate preaching and friendship.
Yet to find this I have to be there.
My head tells me one thing my heart says another.
My tired battered heart is frightened but here at Easter I have to remind myself of the courage of our Saviour.
Remind myself of the sacrifice he made so that I could live in freedom not fear.
Freedom not fear.