...and there was darkness

There was never a darker moment than the day Christ was crucified and absorbed the wrath of God for our sin.

What thou, my Lord, has suffered was all for sinner's gain;

mine, mine was the transgression,

but thine they deadly pain.

He was mocked and scorned, yet His response...

"Father forgive them, for they know not what they do."

Christ is in the midst of my darkest hours.

He is in the beautiful, wonderful, messy moments of my life.

Lily recently made this painting and after finishing it she said "look mommy, I made a cross".

It is both messy and beautiful and while I love that about her creation, there it part of me that wants to "fix" it and make it more perfect.

Christ was the perfect sacrifice for our sin, yet the events surrounding his death were messy...ugly...brutal...dark.

He came to die for the broken, shattered, messy pieces of our lives.  

What language shall I borrow

to thank thee, dearest friend,

Lord, let me never, never

outlive my love for thee.

  

The essence of real hope 

is to lose hope in everything but Jesus and His promises.  

As you consider the power of the cross this Easter may

you cling to the One who sheds light to our darkness.