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The Long Easter Weekend…


 It has been a long Easter Weekend…

From Good Friday to Easter Morning has been an adventure. One not free of stress and pain…

…but then neither was Jesus’ experience from Friday to Sunday.

I was, my family was, challenged…

                                           by people, by circumstances, by life; this Easter!

There was challenges that our beliefs were not biblical…frustrating to say the least!

There was a fire!!! Destroying the chances of our family’s Easter dinner plans at home…frightening for the Saturday before Easter, but all is well! No one was hurt, thank God.

                     …the Miracle in this situation was the calm. No one lost their tempers or Christianity. I’m not saying there wasn’t fear, frustration, deep disappointment and discouragement…however…

                        there was…CALM, Quiet, purpose and solutions!

You see, like many of us, this would have been a reason for us to throw in the towel. I mean really, a kitchen fire (our newly installed stove burnt down, right after installation!) the day before Easter??? What does that even suggest???

In a time, not so far past, of less maturity in Christ, no calm, quiet reasoning would have been possible.

It was for times like these that Jesus went and sacrificed Himself on that Cross! Right?

The Cross illuminated some very important things for me this year…

     tell me, does everyone hit an Easter, a Resurrection Sunday that explains it all? I mean, I knew, I had read the stories and contemplated the depth and power of the Cross…but this year…

Fire! the Cross had LIFE…

His death on the Cross was alive to me…

I was aware of 3 o’clock on Friday! …Seriously AWARE! and some presented to me that Jesus didn’t die on Friday!!!

REALLY!!                  

 Because, God Himself made me look up and be singularly AWARE of that hour, on that day!

3 pm on April 22, 2011 marked the time that Christ gave up His Spirit for ME that Cross! …for me.

I don’t want to be out of line with scripture, but each time I am presented with someone’s question or challenge on the subject of Good Friday to the Resurrection, my spirit returns me to this scripture:

Matthew 24:36 The Day and Hour Unknown: “But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.”

In these years of Born Again I have come to one definite conclusion! Lean NOT on my understanding and trust God, alone!

Proverbs 3:5-6

Trust in the LORD with all your heart
   and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways submit to him,
   and he will make your paths straight.

I do not understand the timing, nor the mathematics of God’…scripture says no one does! Really…”one day is a thousand days…” So how do I say that Jesus didn’t die on Friday, because that would mean that the resurrection on Sunday was not three days…

The Word says…just trust God! So I trust God and the way that I am accustomed to HIM speaking to me.

God made me aware of 3 pm on Friday.

God showed me what the LONG saturday was for the Apostles, in a way only I, and possibly my husband, would understand the wait and the sadness and the frustration of wondering just what was going on and where was my Jesus…was He gone? Doesn’t he see the destruction that is occurring in my life…

My husband, awhile ago, was intrigued with scripture that showed that the Apostles were going back to their old lives after the ascension.One of them said essentially, I am going fishing. I believe it was Peter and in the book of John

I think it human nature that when we think God is not with us, at any given time, we revert, inadvertently back to our “own understanding”; our own reasoning.

That did not happen this weekend…fire and all.

I was keenly aware, all of Saturday, even before the fire, that I was waiting for something. That things were not going to go as my natural mind would understand them; that I would have to wait on the LORD. What was I waiting for???

In great fatigue, frustration and almost discouragement we went to bed very early for us on Saturday evening. Quietly, contemplatively and prayerfully I fell to sleep…

The morning came with the cat at the door, as usual. I opened that door to the awareness of the pinks and peaches of an amazing Sunrise…I decided to have a Sunrise Service of my own…

I stood on my porch at 6ish Easter morning. After weeks of damp, cold and rainy weather it was warm and the sun was crisp in the sky…I prayed and thanked God for His Son…I thanked Jesus for dying for my sins and iniquities and illnesses, while I enjoyed the warm breeze and sent of salt in the air.

It simply wrapped itself about me like a hug…a hug from Father God!

{in my prayer and worship it never occurred to me to grab the camera, so the sunrise is my private keepsake!}

 The way I see it…’after His suffering…’ Jesus appeared to me, my family, this Easter weekend and with  MANY convincing proofs that He IS alive! So I am not going to leave Jerusalem, but I am going to wait on the Father and His gift that He promised and Jesus speaks of in the Word…

Did the Death and Resurrection of Jesus occur when we ‘understand’ it…or in the timing that we observe it??? Simply…I don’t know!

I simply know that God has us observing and celebrating our reconciliation back to His heart, by the blood of His Lamb in this way and in this timing…

                                            It’s a “just believe” thing…it’s a “in remembrance” thing…I think…

It’s a HOLY Thing…

And I want to be Holy like He is Holy…

What I find to be most important in all of this is…

He is Risen…He is ALIVE…and Because He live, I live!

Blessings Loves  ♥