Who bent his knee to the Creator to be changed.
He would show up at my door with his mug.
I loved that.
I sat in the front row remembering my son.
Celebrating his brief life here on this earth.
The day on which all of creation hangs in balance.
Our Father turns his face from the filth of our beings.
He watched as his son bore the sin and shame meant for us.
Willingly Jesus moved to His death.
With each step He moved closer.
He at any time could have called 10,000 angels.
But He didn’t.
He hung on the Cross over 2,000 years ago so that we might reign with him.
It is a debt I can never repay.
It is out of love and obedience that I serve Him.
Even when I don’t understand Him.
As we wait and contemplate the cross.
I am reminded of a sermon.
It is one my boys repeated, over and over.
It is full of hope.
I encourage you to take some time to listen.
In the words of EV Hill.
It’s Friday. . .And Sunday’s comin’.
Are you ready?
I can’t wait.