Friday, April 18, 2014

our spirits are filled and lifted - Good Friday

"He himself bore our sins...on the tree,
that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. 

By his wounds [we are] healed."

1 Peter 2:24

He died, for me. What a blessed thought: that Jesus Christ died a horrific, inhumane death on a cross for you and me. He died for us, we who weren't even born yet. He died for us, we who nailed Him to the cross. What a beautiful, incomprehensible thought. I know that our human contrivances, our fallible minds can't even comprehend this glorious thing: a Savior, so perfect and Holy, died for the sins of a human race so undeserving. And on the third day, He rose again because although our sins held us down...they couldn't keep Christ down. He arose, conquering death and promising His children that He would come again.

Each year, when Easter rolls around, I feel like it's quite easy to get caught up in the whole "festive" feel of the holiday. But Easter isn't just a holiday where you eat lots of discounted chocolate bunnies, paint eggs, or buy a spankin' new suit or spring dress for Easter Sunday. For me, Easter is a more glorious and celebrated day out of the year to remember God's unfailing love and his indescribable grace. Yet I don't just wait for Easter to celebrate in the goodness of our God. Each day of my life is a celebration of his faithfulness and His love. Each day I get to glory in my Redeemer for what He has done for me: for dying on the cross, and for redeeming me and making me His. Isn't that something we should be celebrating every. single. day. of the year? It's more than I can comprehend with my mortal mind, and more than I could ever. ever put into any form of human eloquence.

Love so amazing, 
so divine, 
demands my soul, 
my life, 
my all. 

-Isaac Watts

I'm sorry I don't have a new way of explaining Easter, nor a profound spiel on the simplicity of the Gospel or the relevance of it's truth. I'm frankly at a loss for words when it comes to who Christ is and what He's done. HE is greater than anything and anyone, and no words nor actions will ever do Him justice. My only thought and prayer this day is that you will know what Easter truly means for you. 

He had to suffer, so that we could be free. He had to die, so that we could LIVE. 
"Observing the rites of Passover and Easter, we’re linked in time to the ancient origins of our values and to the unborn generations who will still celebrate them long after we’re gone. As Paul explained in his Epistle to the Ephesians, 'He came and preached peace to you who were far away and peace to those who were near. So then you were no longer strangers and aliens, but you were fellow citizens of God’s household.'
This is a time of hope and peace, when our spirits are filled and lifted. It’s a time when we give thanks for our blessings—chief among them,  freedom, peace, and the promise of eternal life." 

May you dear reader, this good Friday, remember and know (even in part) the glorious thing that Christ has done for you! 

All text © 2014 Footprints in the Sand | All Images © 2014 :: Jewel Peach Photography


  1. Love this, Charity! Thank you for the reminder.

  2. Excellent. This blessed me. Thanks for using your writing talents to bring glory and honor to Him.

  3. Well done! Keep writing & sharing your heart.The Lord has taught you much as you've walked with Him through the last many years. HE is building you to touch the lives of many for His glory. So very proud of you!


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