Sunday, April 4, 2010
8:57 PM | 
Posted by
Erin
I was just visiting another blog and I heard the words, "He is jealous for me," from David Crowder Band's How He Loves. I thought, was a perfect song for Easter.
No, it's not about Christ's death.
No, it's not about Christ's ressurection.
It is, however, about Christ's love for us.
Always, but especially during this season, I am overwhelmed by the suffering that Christ experienced on the cross. I think about the nails (5-7 inche-nails by some accounts) that were driven in his wrists and heel bone. I think about his mother watching him die. I think about the crown on thorns on his head.
Have you ever had a splinter? Imagine a whole bunch of splinters in your hair and on your forehead. It must have been terribly uncomfortable. And it must have been almost unbearable when combined with exhaustion and the excruciating pain of the nails.
The vision of the cross is both beautiful and terrible. What Jesus must have suffered that day...for all of those hours...for all of us.
It's unthinkable.
But back to my first sentence. I heard, "He is jealous for me," as I was reading another person's blog and I have a thought.
I would be jealous too.
If I created the Universe for someone.
If I created the sunrise and sunset for someone.
If I created lightening bugs for someone.
If I created the amazing colors of autumn for someone.
If I created the bloom of a rose for someone.
If I created the sound of the beach for someone.
If I created the color of the sky for someone.
If I created the ironic peace in the middle of a thunderstorm for someone.
If I created the smell of the moutains in the fall.
If I created the stillness of the woods for someone.
If I created the sound of childs' laughter for someone.
If I created taste of his favorite dish.
If I created his favorite song.
If I had sacrificed my only Son for somoene.
If I died on a cross for his salvation.
If arose from the grave for his justification.
If I was there for someone whenever he needed me...no questions asked.
If I had done all these things and he lived as if I had never lived...or died...I would be jealous too.
I would be jealous too.
No, it's not about Christ's death.
No, it's not about Christ's ressurection.
It is, however, about Christ's love for us.
Always, but especially during this season, I am overwhelmed by the suffering that Christ experienced on the cross. I think about the nails (5-7 inche-nails by some accounts) that were driven in his wrists and heel bone. I think about his mother watching him die. I think about the crown on thorns on his head.
Have you ever had a splinter? Imagine a whole bunch of splinters in your hair and on your forehead. It must have been terribly uncomfortable. And it must have been almost unbearable when combined with exhaustion and the excruciating pain of the nails.
The vision of the cross is both beautiful and terrible. What Jesus must have suffered that day...for all of those hours...for all of us.
It's unthinkable.
But back to my first sentence. I heard, "He is jealous for me," as I was reading another person's blog and I have a thought.
I would be jealous too.
If I created the Universe for someone.
If I created the sunrise and sunset for someone.
If I created lightening bugs for someone.
If I created the amazing colors of autumn for someone.
If I created the bloom of a rose for someone.
If I created the sound of the beach for someone.
If I created the color of the sky for someone.
If I created the ironic peace in the middle of a thunderstorm for someone.
If I created the smell of the moutains in the fall.
If I created the stillness of the woods for someone.
If I created the sound of childs' laughter for someone.
If I created taste of his favorite dish.
If I created his favorite song.
If I had sacrificed my only Son for somoene.
If I died on a cross for his salvation.
If arose from the grave for his justification.
If I was there for someone whenever he needed me...no questions asked.
If I had done all these things and he lived as if I had never lived...or died...I would be jealous too.
I would be jealous too.
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4 comments:
Beautiful.
The pain - it's the reason why I find crucifixes so difficult to appreciate. I guess that's the point though, isn't it? A difficult reminder.
What a great point! Thanks for sharing it.
kim
We don't know each other, but I found your blog through Angie's and have been reading it for a while now...just wanted to say thank you for writing what you do on here...it always seems to be what I need to hear!
Oh my. What a lovely, lovely, thought-provoking post. I love how you captured the thoughts of one of my favorite songs. Thank you for sharing.
PS Thanks for linking up to my Momentous Monday - I was so excited that you joined!!
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