Eternity is waiting for you
After you're finished on this Earth. Through the gift of
Salvation, God gives this priceless gift
To each of us no matter our race, creed, color, age, gender, past or present.
Even when you think He won't accept you because of things you've done, He promises to
Reach out His hand and takes you just the way you are.
One of my fondest memories of Easter was the year my family spent it at my grandparents home in Central Florida.
I was 10 years old.
I woke up Easter morning and like most 10 year olds, I ran into the kitchen to find the goodies waiting.
I stopped dead in my tracks as I stared at the table in the center of the room.
That was it????
There were a million.
All over the kitchen table.
Wow---I thought..."I guess the Easter Bunny was busy this year."
And then, my beloved grand-dad came to the rescue.
I can hear that shaky little voice, "Well, what's that? It looks like something out there under the palm tree in the front yard." (I know, weired to say Easter Bunny and palm tree in the same breath...)
I darted around to find him peering out through the front screen door.
Me and my brother dashed outside to hopefully find the rest of our treasure.
ANd there it was!
Sand buckets cascading over with candy...
And then we saw them!
All over the yard...
I knew it!!!
Dew still on the ground, didn't phase us at all.
After we found all we could, we gathered our goods and went inside to the smell of fresh eggs and bacon coming from the kitchen.
The million jelly beans were still on the table...this time it didn't look so bad.
We scooped them into our buckets and laughed at the sight of all our treasures.
How perfect we thought...Easter in Florida, sand buckets, grandparents, the smell of breakfast and yummy candy!
What more could a kid want?!
I really do think of that as a fond memory.
Most of us have experienced this at some point, on some level.
Most ALL of us.
But I am sad to think that most ALL of us haven't experienced Easter as it was truly meant to be.
I think---35 years later---of what Easter really is.
Now I know the truth...the only truth.
It's a celebration.
the memory of a miracle.
The brutal memory of a beating,
The memory of a man accused wrongly...an innocent man condemned.
A man hated so deeply that He was wanted beaten within an inch of death.
The flesh was ripped from his back...
a crown of thorns put on his head...
a purple robe slapped on his back...
he was spit on, slapped and cursed.
He carried a massive cross on his bleeding back.
He was unrecognizeable.
His mother watched it all.
She cried as she saw her baby boy tortured.
It was a pain unimaginable.
And yet, they laughed.
He was stripped of his clothes to hang on the cross in total humility.
He hung on the cross.
Took his last breathe on the cross.
As they laughed, he asked forgiveness for all of man...he said, "Forgive them father, for they know NOT what they do."
They laughed again.
THey didn't know.
But He knew.
He was a man...he was God.
The blood stained cross was for our sins.
He took it all...without hesitation...without arguement.
The old, young, rich, poor, black, white.
He did it for us ALL---no exceptions.
He laid in the grave for 3 days.
He rose from the grave.
He conquered death.
He promised he would.
And He did.
He ascended into the clouds...to prepare for us a place we can't imagine.
He's waiting for us...right now.
He's coming back.
I believe Him with my whole heart.
All he asks in return is for us to love Him back.
He wants us as a child...to give our heart to Him.
He gave His to us.
His name is Jesus.
These are my thoughts,