We're Supposed to Remember

I'm a perfect example of shoving that nasty stuff, that you don't want to remember, way back in the dusty corners of my mind. Negative stuff hurts my psyche. So, I just try to think about it.

But Good Friday. It's a day we're supposed to remember that bad stuff. The horrible, sad, & gruesome stuff. That our Savior went through for us.

Because if we forget, then we might not remember what a price it was for all of our sin. The sin that was washed away by His sacrifice.

At this point in my life... a mother, particularly of a son, those are the thoughts that strike me so personally. Thinking of Mary, looking at her son... hurting so badly, but knowing that He was brought to earth to do that very thing.

I also think of the last supper... communing with His disciples. Praying in the garden & crying & pleading with God, His Father...is there any other way?

Jesus, may Your message never get old. May we never be desensitized to the details. May it always grip our hearts. Every Easter, break our hearts all over again... and remind us of Your sacrifice.