Over the past few weeks we've been reading to Hope (and kind of Anna) about the death and resurrection of Jesus from her Bible story books. Of course she has many questions. Why are the people being so unkind to Jesus? Why is his mommy crying when she sees Him on the cross? Why does Jesus look so sad? Is the Angel scary? Why are the people in the upper-room sad? Why does it get so dark?
I love her questions. Its really allows me to think about the events surrounding Jesus' death in new ways. But I must admit that sometimes it just sounds so odd coming out. At no other time would I talk to my girls about the gruesome details of someone's death. And about no other person will I say that they became alive again after being dead.
But after reading some on the resurrection and thinking on it again tonight, I am reminded of just how beautiful and necessary it is. Death defeated, once and for all.
And my favorite part? Knowing that I was once dead - without hope - in my sins. Lost. I don't have to think very long about my day before I know that I am a sinner. Before I know that I have been impatient with my family, unkind, unloving, selfish and self-centered. But God brought me back to life. He gave me a new heart, a new life in Christ, and forgiveness. Forgiveness and a fresh start everyday and for forever. I've been resurrected.
"7 But whatever gain I had, I counted as loss for the sake of Christ. 8 Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have suffered the loss of all things and count them as rubbish, in order that I may gain Christ 9 and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which comes through faith in Christ, the righteousness from God that depends on faith— 10 that I may know him and the power of his resurrection, and may share his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, 11 that by any means possible I may attain the resurrection from the dead."