First Things First

It the definition paragraph of this blog, I openly admit that this space will, from time to time pursue musings on faith matters. This is one of those times.

Today is Good Friday. I do not have the words to express what today means to me. On this day we remember when Jesus of Nazareth was tortured beyond measure and brutally executed, though innocent of either crime or sin. Over the years volumes have been written about who actually killed him. Was it the Jews? Was it the Romans? Was it Judas Iscariot? Was it a conspiracy?

Let me end the debate once and for all. If you need to find a villain behind the most heinous crime of all time, you need look no further than the author of this blog. It was me. I am guilty. I am responsible. For reasons I can't explain, other than an outrageous love, He took my place on the torture rack and on the cross. I should have been crucified. But He refused to allow me to pay my own debt. He knew I could never do it.

How do you thank One who would make a choice like that? How can you ever really demonstrate your appreciation? I owe Him everything. Every smile, every sunrise, every bird I hear sing, every joy I experience is all because of Jesus, the Christ. Sometimes I let Him down. Sometimes, maybe I make Him smile. But let all the world know this, I love Him beyond measure. He is my strength and my hope. Someday He will wrap His nail scared arms around me and I will hold him tight and thank Him personally. Until then, I'll just remain content to tell you about it.

Have a blessed Good Friday. And.......... Sunday's comin'. I'll can't wait to tell you bout that.