Friday, April 6, 2012


The Lord of my life, the God I pray to, my personal Savior and sweetest Gift was here.

He was HERE.

That was my thought this morning as I was driving to work thinking about what today (Good Friday) means to me. For whatever reason that was the concept that stood out to me. God was here on Earth.
I took a moment to absorb the idea that the Lord I speak to daily and who knows the deepest parts of me was actually here.

As I really tried to wrap my mind around this, I thought about those people who were actually there and were able to see and hear Jesus. I thought about the woman who touched Jesus's clothes. She TOUCHED Him! I love that woman's story because I can totally relate: She knew she was unclean. She knew she was unworthy. She probably had extreme insecurity because of her past and even some of the things in her life at that moment. She needed healing SO badly, but she knew she did not even deserve the time of day from the One who she knew could heal her. She just had enough in her to reach out and touch Him. She was healed.

That's similar to what we do today except we use a different sense. We do not have a physical Jesus to touch to be healed, but we have a God we can talk to. We know we are unclean. We know we are unworthy. We have insecurity, doubt, and fear. We need healing SO badly. The difference: We cry out and He hears us. We are healed.

Personally, touch is completely the language I understand and prefer. I think that's why my heart was so excited this morning about the concept that a physical presence of the One I love was here.

The reality of the day is that Jesus died on this day in history. He was put to death on the cross by those who saw Him, talked with Him, heard Him, and knew Him here on Earth. He was taken to the cross and he thought of everyone He was sacrificing Himself for. He thought through all of the sweet names of those He loves as His life ended here. He could do that because He truly is the God we know and pray to regularly. He knew your anxious thoughts about the next phase of life, your fears about what the doctor would say, your joy in the great news of a promotion, and your sadness over losing someone you love. He knows all of those things well. They matter to Him. He thought of them as He willingly led Himself to die for us. I am forever grateful for that gift.

I just cannot even believe that HE was HERE!! That's an aspect about the story that just speaks to me. Think through which part of the story stands out to you to get a new perspective on the story that will NEVER get old. The greatest story ever told. He was here.

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