Palm Sunday has just passed and Resurrection Sunday is quickly approaching. Lately I have been feeling like the weeks have been flying by! Life with 3 Littles is a lot busier (a good busy) than it was with two. Especially since the first 2 were getting older and to that stage where they could do a lot for themselves (get dressed, etc). Having a baby in the house again has brought me back to that stage of complete dependence. A lot of projects I thought I had time for again have been sitting in boxes or in random stages of completion around my house. And I’m okay with that (to a point – the mess is not something I’m okay with!)
Our Little Guy is 5 months old and is growing so fast I want to push a stop button and just revel in these moments. This last week he learned how to roll over (from stomach to back) and cut his first tooth!!! He had a molar coming in around 2 months but that big ole’ sucker went back up into his gums, poor guy. He is now sporting the top of a lower incisor and the way he bites things don’t anyone put your fingers near him! Hah.
This time of year, though, is one of my absolute favorites. I love the coming of Spring. There is something about the Spring sun and a holiday that just inspire passion in me!
This year it was made even more poignant with the 100th anniversary of Vimy Ridge on Palm Sunday. Most of you know I’m a huge Canadian history buff and I was more than a little disappointed to miss my Pastor’s presentation on this. The two really seem to fit together when you think of the sacrifice that both Christ and thousands of men and women around the world made for the sake of freedom…both our freedom here on earth and our freedom from sin.
As I was thinking on this over the last few days I felt such shame at my own lack of emotion in regards to Christ’s death for our sins. It made me realize how Christ’s death and sacrificial work can seem so such a part of my faith that it fails to rouse that passion inside me that it should! When did it just become a “thing”? It’s what I believe…His resurrection and victory over death and sin are such an integral part of who I am as a Christian.
And yet it takes a momentous occasion like Easter to remind me of all that He did for me!
At Christmas we are given a glimpse of what He gave up for us in leaving Heaven to come to this sin-filled earth as a baby. To place Himself under the authority of the man that He had made was a huge sacrifice! How many of us would be willing to do THAT much!
And then we come around to Easter and we look back at how He spent 33 years on this earth, healing people, loving them, and being rejected by them to the point that they sought His death! How he willingly gave Himself to them and allowed them to crucify Him so that our sins could forever be cleansed.
My Sin, OH THE BLISS OF THIS GLORIOUS THOUGHT!
My Sin, not in part, but the whole.
Was nailed to the cross and I bear it no more.
Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord, Oh my Soul!
(It Is Well, Phillip P Bliss)
Phillip Bliss found that passion when he penned the words to this amazing song! I’ll admit it’s not a hymn I enjoy playing because it takes the right person to keep a congregation on the timing, hah, but, oh, I could listen to this song over and over…listen to the swell of voices as they reach this verse and the joy we can feel in shouting, “PRAISE THE LORD, PRAISE THE LORD, Oh my Soul!”
Let’s encourage each other this year to remember how special this saving work of grace was. My prayer is that our hearts would be filled with the knowledge of His grace which in turn will inspire us to tell others.