3.30.2013

Easter Reflections

Any one remember Sandi Patti?  I do!  She was ALWAYS playing in our house when I was younger!  I sang her songs for specials in church and I think I kind of ended up just taking over my mom's tape she had of her and continually blasted her and her songs.  Loved her.  Well, I haven't heard a Sandi Patti song in years, but today the day before Easter Sunday I find myself randomly remembering and singing her song "Was it a Morning Like This."  Beautiful song!  Here are the lyrics:
Was it a morning like this
When the Son still hid from Jerusalem?
And Mary rose from her bed
To tend the Lord She thought was dead

What is a morning like this,
When Mary walked down from Jerusalem?
And two angels stood at the tomb,
Bearers of news she would hear soon.

Did the grass sing?
Did the earth rejoice
To feel you again?
Over and over like a
Trumpet underground,
Did the earth seem to pound:
“He is risen”

over and over
in a never ending round
“He is risen, alleluia, alleluia!”

Was it an morning like this,
When Peter and John from Jerusalem?
And as they raced for the tomb,
Beneath their feet was there a tune?

Was it a morning like this,
When my Lord looked out
On Jerusalem?
He is risen, alleluia, alleluia.
 
And here is the link to the YouTube video if you've never heard this song: Was It A Morning Like This
 
I feel so thankful for so much this Easter season.  I have such a beautiful family God has blessed me with.  I have these three amazing kids that I love beyond words and a husband that I cannot say enough good things about.  I have been struggling a bit lately with some things as far as faith goes.  And I believe God means us to question these things.  I believe He needs us to dig deeper into why we do what we do as Christians within our faith and beliefs instead of going through the motions and hoping for the best.
 I've struggled lately watching and seeing so many kids die unnecessairily or struggle with various diseases.  This, is honestly probably my greatest fear.  The fear that something will happen to one of my kids or my husband and they will be taken from me.  I struggle with knowing why God chooses to intervene at times and not at others.  I do, however realize this is not for me to understand.  It's not for me to comprehend.  There are just some things that until we get to heaven we won't know and understand.  That's hard for a girl like me to come to terms with.  I like to know things.  I'm always asking questions...inwardly anyhow.  when I have questions I go in search of an answer until I find it.  Seriously.  Google has taught me more about things I have genuinely wanted to know and given me more useful information than college in some aspects.  (Sorry Mom and Dad!)  But it's one of those things we have to let go.  Ok it's one of those things I have to let go.  :) 
A couple weeks ago, after MUCH prayer and turmoil, we made the decision to leave our home church.  Whether this is a permanent move or a temporary one only time will tell.  What I do know is that for the last few weeks I have been excited about church again.  I feel refreshed, I feel excited to go.  Last week we went to church with a friend who's dad is the pastor and his sermon was so what I needed.  It was all things I know in my heart and mind...but sometimes get lost and you need someone to smack you upside the head with a reminder.  And he was so right.  The jist of it was that Jesus didn't come to earth and die so that our lives would be made easier.  Comfier.  Cushier.  He came so our sins would be absolved in His name and so we could have a better life later on in heaven alongside him.  I know on some levels I am guilty of thinking this!  But when you look at the whole picture, was Jesus' life easy?  Was he exempt from pain and sorrow?  Was he exempt from watching friends and loved ones die or suffer from sickness and sorrow? Did He not face constant conflict in His own life!?  In fact the very opposite is true.  He lived out His life knowing what the end result was going to be.  Death.  He knew it would be painful.  In fact, as we often do, He cried out that if it be God's will he remove this from Him!  He got on his knees and asked to have take this cup taken from Him, although not My will but Yours Father.  He absolutely faced hurts and anger.  He faced all the things and more we all face today.  He was not exempt and he was Christ!  He was God's Son!  So how very selfish to think that as Christians our lives should be made easier as a result, simply by default.  That we should be made exempt from tradgedy or pain, or sickness or sorrow because we follow Christ.  In fact, at times God may call for the very opposite in our lives.

I needed that.  I needed to hear that.  To be reminded.  We are God's children and much like we love our own kids and want to do everything we can for them in every way possible and we want to keep them from hurts and wrongs and tragedies, sometimes it just has to happen.  It's not God's fault.  He doesn't strike lightning down on us because He's unhappy with our attitudes or our ungratefulness.  It is just life.  It is how life plays out as a result of the original sin.  God has given us all choice, and as a result this is how life is.  It's how it plays out sometimes.
So on this Easter I am certainly celebrating what I've been gifted in my life with this little family and all who surround it, but also I celebrate the fact that for me, Yes! Christ dying was enough.  It was MORE than enough.  It was incredible, and selfless and more amazing than any words I could write out could tell of.  And what a thing to celebrate!