
This is Easter week and my thoughts have centered on just what Jesus did for me. This week, many years ago, Jesus made a triumphant entry into Jerusalem with the crowds cheering and praising God. He taught many people throughout the week...knowing what was going to happen to Him...for He knew the timetable...while we don't know. Then, He celebrated Passover with His disciples, went into a garden to pray and agonize over what was going to happen to Him. He was arrested, beaten, mocked, shuffled from one magistrate to another, listened to the false testimony about Him, and watched as a crowd, who one week ago singing praise to His Father, shouted "Crucify Him!"
Placed on a cross...died...was rushed to a borrowed tomb to be placed before the Sabbath began. Three days later, He arose from the dead and spent time with many people before He was raised to heaven to sit on the right hand of His Father.
So how does this even begin to relate to a gentleman who smiled and waved to me in Ferndale WA on April 1, 2010? I realized that the Creator of the World, the Son of God, the Lamb of God, Sustainer of His creation, God...the Holy One...recognizes me. When I come to Him, He brightens and welcomes me to sit with Him, to share His wisdom with me, and to love me. He recognizes me. He loves me beyond comparison.
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