As our son and his family entered our house for a
short visit the day before Easter, I gave him an extra-long hug. Yes, we had
seen them about a month ago, but this day was different.
Before their arrival, while I was reading my devotions
centering on Holy Week, I was reflecting on all the events that occurred. But
this time as I reviewed the week, it was Jesus’ age that gripped my heart
because when He was crucified He was only 33, the same age as my son.
I couldn’t help but think of His mother, Mary, and
empathized with her emotions. When I imagined my son upon that cross, my eyes
filled with tears and my heart broke with overwhelming loss. How could she have
borne such an act? How could she watch Him suffer and die? How could she let Him go? It was almost too much for me to bear.
But that was
Friday, and on Sunday her pain and grief turned into praise and gain…praise
that her Son was alive and gain that she would be with Him forever. What a day
to celebrate, bringing everlasting results.
So when I gave my son a tight and lingering hug, I,
too, felt praise and gain…praise that my son and I are believers in Jesus as
our personal Savior and gain as we shall share eternity together.
“For God so loved the
world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should
not perish but have everlasting life.”
John 3: 16
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