Friday 21st March 2008 Kids in the Kitchen

I haven't posted for a while. I didn't want to see the image on the last post disappear. I just adore the picture. I have so many pictures of our children. I try to get "life" pictures. I really think "posed for" pictures are so boring. One goes to a studio, and yes, they turn out lovely pictures. But they are not life. Living is better. Take this photo I have put up this time. I have called it "Kids in the Kitchen". I have no idea what they were up to, but they weren't doing any harm and were having a ball. They were I think tidying up the kitchen draw. I think. There was much giggling and crashing going on. It's a wonder the neighbours didn't come a calling to see if we were wrecking the house.
I might add this is a typical picture of our girls playing together. Michele can be selfish and not willing to share at times. Cathy can be a bully and boss her way around. But they are tolerant of each other. And they do have lots of laughter and noise. Which is how it should be. One should have to tell kids to quiet down at least once a day.

Today is Good Friday. This is the day that we "Christians" celebrate Christ's death on a cross on a hill that He created. This is the day that we thank Jesus for becoming all that we are so that we might become all that He is. If he had not taken our place at the Cross then we would all have to die. You see all have sinned. Or or we have all failed to live the life that God wants us to live. How it all started? No, I wont give a history lesson. It would take too long. And besides, no matter what the history, we all have to take responsibility for what we do before God. Unless. And Jesus did. And so, we can. But will we? For the largest part of humanity, no. But some of did and will.
And now I will tell you a secret. Jesus didn't die on a Friday. He was arrested on a Tuesday evening and died on a Wednesday. Why? Because according to Jewish Law, he couldn't be crucified on a Sabbath. And the Passover involves a double Sabbath.
And one more thing. It wasn't the Jews who crucified Christ. It wasn't the Romans who did it either. It was me. And you. Yes, you. It was our failure to allow God to live in us that put Christ on a tree.