So Holy Week has officially come to an end, and I’ve been meditating on what this past week really meant. I mean, I get the fact that it’s a week we take the time out to remember the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus Christ. I get all of that. However, the thought still lingers on my mind. What does this season really mean to each Christian individually? Do we all simply go with the flow seeing that it’s a tradition, or do we really meditate on the true meaning?

I know that I can only speak for myself, but sometimes I get the impression that many of us Christians don’t really think about why we do what we do. We sometimes get all caught up with traditional practices that we miss out on chances to truly worship. Don’t get me wrong. I look forward to the annual traditions. However, as I get older I realize more and more that unless we take time out to remember what happened on the cross, it’s easy to forget the purpose of it all.

Just the thought of someone giving up their life for me is hard to grasp. The torment and suffering Christ endured for me, a sinner, is unimaginable. Every time I think about all of the things I do or think on a daily basis that aren’t pleasing to God, I sit in amazement. Jesus knows everything that I’ve done in the past and will do in the future. He knew that we would fail him time and time again. He knew all of this beforehand and STILL gave His life! He suffered and died so that we may live. Wow! If that isn’t true love, I don’t know what is.

Don’t get me started on the Father. I’m not a parent as yet, but just think about what it must feel like to watch your child die. If that isn’t enough torture, imagine having to be the one who decided to give that child as a sacrifice. Can you even imagine watching a loved one be beaten over and over again; spat upon; be ridiculed and mocked? Can you? The fact that God loves me that much means everything to me! I get chills just thinking about it. So what does the cross mean to you?

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