Sunday, April 24, 2011

I've found myself pausing to reflect on the meaning of this weekend and the accounts that so justify its significance.  I have felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and praise, as I have seen or heard many others express as well.

Something in my spirit caused a shift in my focus however and opened a realm of revelation that has so caused an undoing of myself and the understanding of the Life, Death and Resurrection of my beloved.

I have always looked through my own eyes to imagine and watch Christ's life play out before me but this weekend I was quickened to a different perspective.  It being one of a father, but not just that of any father.  The Father, the giver of life, the omnipotent and omnipresent one.

I imagined how he must have felt as he watched Christ being beaten for our transgressions and wounded for our iniquities.  The pain and agony that had to have pierced his heart as Christ asked, "Father why have you forsaken me".  I could only imagine him having to turn his eyes away from the onslaught of injustices that Christ was to endure, fervently reminding himself of the magnitude this event would serve.

I know many have questioned God and his actions in allowing this event to take place.  Many have been convinced further that he is a cruel and unjust god.

But in my minds eye, it only goes to speak further of his love for you and I.

To know that, before time began, God foresaw the sacrifice of his only begotten son and resolved to endure the suffering of a brutal end for the sake of his creation; that which he poured a measure of himself into.  To watch him grow in stature, wisdom and knowledge; knowing that his life would be one of unwavering obedience that would lead to an onslaught of suffering.

Even with the foresight of what this event would accomplish, could I standby and endure this measure of pain all in the name of love, removing myself from the very moment?

He loved us so much that he was willing to submit himself to what we consider one of the rawest of offenses of the heart; an offense against one that we love but not just anyone, his own flesh and blood.

He could have chosen a different approach to create the same bridge between us and himself but he chose the ultimate sacrifice to communicate the height and depths of his love for us.

The very knowledge of this moves me beyond anything this world could ever offer me.