Today is Good Friday.
It’s on this day that we remember Christ’s sacrificial death on the cross.
Some say he was born to die. I say, he was born to live. He didn’t want to die. He begged and pleaded with God, his Father, our Father, to the point of sweating drops of blood.
“Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me.” (Luke 22:42) He asked for a way out, another option.
He didn’t look forward to what he knew was coming. But he surrendered.
Isn’t that what love is? Giving up our desire for control?
Giving even when we might not get anything back?
Yesterday, my daughters spent a long time building a house for a ladybug. They must have worked on it for over an hour. They meticulously picked large pieces of bark, branches, twigs, and leaves they found around our backyard and put together a lovely creation for this little ladybug.
For the last several weeks, our family has been doing church at home. Have you ever felt “churched out”? Is that a thing? Sometimes church feels over-commercialized and really, a lot like a copy of our culture.
We have been looking for something different, and have felt at a loss after visiting and researching every church we know of within a reasonable distance from where we live.
We went to a large megachurch in Atlanta for a while, but never felt like we got much out of it. It is a hip, happening church and much like a rock concert on Sundays, but my heart has grown weary of that. I have been longing for more simplicity. Less rock concert and more connection with my Savior and my creator.