It occured to me this morning that I don't think deeply enough about what this day is......about it's weight and importance.....about how what happened on this day thousands of years ago set the table of Grace that I am blessed to dine at.
Why is that? Why is this day not painfully humbling for me.....it should be....it should be a day that my mind never wanders from the sacrifice given for me....it should be a day of quiet continual prayer....and yet I find myself pre-occupied with my job, my family, my weekend.......my silly, hollow wants. It is in these moments that I understand what Good Friday is all about.....what Grace is all about....and I understand why I am in monumental need of it.
Christ died for me today......he died a horrible, painfull, merciless death.....it's not Good Friday.......It's the Best Friday.
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