Today I faced an even harder task. It was time to write about the crucifixion.
To be honest, I haven't spent much time in the New Testament in the last couple months. But today I spent the whole day thinking about the most pivotal moment in our world's, no - our universe's, history: the death of Christ.
My life was changed.
Submission. Humility. Surrender. It is written all over the scenes of Calvary
Now I understand why EGW says that we should spend time each day reflecting on the Cross. From now on, I'm going to begin my devotional time with Calvary.
I went out to the back field this evening. I found my favorite rusty metal chair that sits abandoned in a thick patch of grass. The sun warmed my skin and rustled the tall grass. And all I could do was worship the incredible God who counted it a joy bear my shame. My selfish prayers fell away in light of what He did for me. I could not think of myself when all day long I had been thinking of Him.
Solemn Joy. It filled my being. It begged to be expressed in some tangible form. I began to run and twirl, just for some visible way to show God the wonder that was spilling forth from my soul.
Darkness falls now and the creek is loud in my ears. Tears are streaming down my face as I write this. I want so badly to convey to you how wonderful, how wide, how deep, how fathomless Christ's love is for you. But my words fall short. Words will never do justice to Love itself. So please, from the bottom of my heart, stop whatever you're doing and go read the story of Christ's death. For He is infinitely Holy. So go, and
Behold the Lamb