Easter & Why It Always Comes at the Perfect Times
We’ve all been there. Curled up in bed with a box of tissues and the lights out. Sitting on the floor with your head in your hands and a pounding behind your forehead that makes you think your head might explode. Parked in the far corner of a random parking lot, the first channel to come on the radio blaring through the speakers as if to drown out all the thoughts swirling inside your own head that scream 10 times louder. We’ve all been there; I certainly have. A time when everything seems dark and you feel helpless and lost. We are each fighting our own dragons, whether it be the stresses of school, a wounded relationship, problems within a family, a distorted self-image. Life’s trials and tribulations take you through extreme highs and unbearable lows because try as we may, as humans, it always feels as if we are incapable of keeping our lives on the right track. Somehow, by our own doing, we end up in that same place again, wherever it may be for each one of us.
And as a woman of Christ, I am constantly reminding myself: “God would not put on me more than I can bear”. And this is true, in a way, but the problem with telling myself this is the one part of the last phrase: “I”. Because this is the problem that got me to this point in the first place, is it not? “I”. I am the one who fails time and time again. Whether directly or indirectly, I am the one who makes the choices that lead me to self-destruct. We, as humans, are woefully inadequate. We cannot stand on our own, and when we try, we reduce ourselves to rubble time and time again. Millions of times a day, we are given the choice between wrong and right and knowingly choose wrong. This is what Jesus died for. Jesus had to die so that we may live through him.
“Surely he took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows, yet we considered him stricken by God, smitten by him and afflicted. But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.” Isaiah 53:4-5
“And he died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for him who died for them and was raised again.” 2 Corinthians 5:15
Sometimes it takes us reducing ourselves to our lowest lows to see that we need him. My faith community doesn’t participate in Lent, but I would think that this has the same effect. Lent is like going with Jesus into the wilderness for 40 days, to come face to face with our enemy. We sacrifice so that we might become more like Christ in his sacrifice, yet it always seems that we are incapable of following through, and often times we find ourselves knowingly choosing to ignore and break this sacrifice. The flesh is corrupt. We can’t keep any law perfectly, and at times we don’t even want to keep the law. Struggle, Lent, whatever it is for you, reveals our depravity. The deeper we know the pit of our sin, he deeper we can rejoice for the gift of our Savior. Grief is what cultivates the soul for the seeds of joy. The road to Heaven is paved with the realization that we deserve Hell. And this is what Jesus died for. Jesus died so that we may live. Grace did what we cannot do.
“Your dead will live; Their corpses will rise. You who lie in the dust, awake and shout for joy! For your dew is as the dew of the dawn, and the wealth will give birth to the departed spirits.” Isaiah 26:19
So be JOYFUL. Christ has died and risen and has given us the greatest gift of salvation. Alone, we are incapable, but through Christ, we can do all things.
"For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved, it is the power of God.” 1 Corinthians 1:18