Saturday 22nd March 2008 Tomorrow is Resurrection Sunday

Tomorrow, Sunday 23rd March 2008 is the day this year we celebrate the Resurrection of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, may His name be blessed and a blessing for all the Generations to come. I am, mindful that God made the promise to Abraham, that in him all the nations would be blessed. And we are. Without Christ we could never know the Father. There is no way we could come within a bulls roar of living up to God's standards. No matter how hard we tried we couldn't do it. And what is more I don't believe that is what He intended. I believe that He always intended for us to live in total dependence upon Him. But again, that's another story to ponder for another time.

We have just completed our family prayer time and Michele is going to sleep, Cathy is already asleep. As we were praying I prayed that we might be mindful tomorrow and rejoice in Christ's resurrection and that our focus as a family might be on that. I was also mindful and it occurred to me to wonder at how it must have been for Father and Son to be re-united after their forced separation. Can you imagine what it must have been like for Christ. He had never been separated from the Father. And like wise the Father had never been separated from the Son. Now they were. He who had never known sin became sin in my place. It was my sin that caused Him to be on the cross. It wasn't the Jews or Romans that put Him on that Cross. It was MY sin and maybe yours that put Him there and kept Him there. Jesus never knew what it was like to be ashamed. He never knew what guilt felt like. So much that He had never experienced before. And that was before He got to the cross. I never saw the Mel Gibson movie about the cross. They tell me it was pretty gruesome. You know I think that would have been a walk in the park along side the weight of Sin that Christ carried with Him when He left the Garden of Gethsemane. And that burden would have seemed like a feather in comparison to being separated from His Father. Imagine your only son. You are with him for ever. Then one day you are not. I can't fathom that. I can't get my mind around that. No matter how I try I can't even begin to imagine it.

Then 72 hours later they were re-united. Remember the story of the prodigal son? Only this isn't the prodigal son. This is the real McCoy. This is the real deal. That 72 hours would have seemed like an eternity. But oh the blessed re-union. Me thinks there would have been a party to end all party's. And I can't even begin to imagine. I can only stand in awe! And say Thank you Father for sending Your Son; Thank You Jesus that You came; Holy Spirit wont You teach me more about His Lovely Name! Amen