a terrible miracle.
So, it’s rare I actually write a blog with substance, but I really want to today, so you can skip it, or you can read it.The past few days I have been listening to the song “Why?” by Nichole Nordeman. It is a really powerful song for me and was part of a very life changing time in my life. The song is definitely a journey. It starts with a little girl hanging out with her dad, when she sees a man (Jesus) and she noticed that He looked fearful that day as He walked through the crowd of people screaming, and rejoicing, that this man was walking towards His death with His purple robes and crown of thorns. She says, “why do they want him to die?” The songs moves on and the little girls dad tells her she needs to go inside, but she decided to follow the people to a place where she knew people were often killed. Then the song makes a change, and it is as though she is speaking Jesus’s words. He says “Father, why are the screaming? Why are the faces of some of them beaming? Why are they casting their lots for my own? This crown of thorns hurts me more than it shows…please, can’t you do something? I know you hear my cries, I thought I could handle a cross of this size. Father, remind why everyone wants me to die. When will I understand why?” Then the song continues and the words are as though God is speaking them to Jesus and He says, “My precious Son, I hear them screaming, I’m watching the face of the enemy beaming, but soon I will clothe you in robes of my own, Jesus, this hurts me more than you know. But this dark hour I MUST DO NOTHING, thought I HEAR Your UNBEARABLE CRY. The power in Your blood destroys the lies…look there below and see the child trembling…she is why you must die.”I have to say, that is a powerful song. This week I have really been remember the power of this holiday that, for some reason, we celebrate with giant bunnies and eggs. But this weekend signifies what we live for. The One who created us sent His son to DIE, the most painful death anyone could bear, FOR ME. He sacrificed His son FOR ME. Why do I deserve that? Jesus was separated from His father…because of ME and I am absolutely not worthy of that.Can you even imagine sacrificing your child for someone? I don’t have kids, but I can imagine that I would never want to send my child to die the most painful death for someone else. It’s really unfathomable.I remember on my DTS when we had a week on the power and meaning of the cross. I had been a Christian for about 13 years at that points and I realized, sadly, for the first time, the power of this weekend we are about to celebrate. Jesus died for me. Who am I to say I am too busy to spend time with Him? Or too stressed out, or too tired? Seriously? How conceited am I to ever say that.I called this post a terrible miracle. I was thinking today that Jesus died such a painful, terrible death. Yet, He conquered that death, rose from the dead…and that is a miracle. A terrible miracle. Can you imagine being there on that GLORIOUS day?!?!It’s just really hitting me this week, and for that I am thankful, that God sacrificed His precious, precious Son for us, and we are so undeserving of that. But because of His sacrifice, we don’t have to be separated from Him. And that, my friends, is a really beautiful thing.
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