The first Easter that I truly mourned for Jesus was two years ago. I cried as I went to bed on Good Friday as I finally scratched the surface of trying to understand how His disciples must have felt that night. My sweet husband held my hand as I cried and we fell asleep.
Last year I mourned again and I cried and prayed a lot for Judas Iscariot. I remember going for a nature walk with my family and my sweet girls holding my hands as the tears flowed.
I am not sure why I have been so greatly blessed with so many tears during Holy Week the last two years, but I pray for tears of true sorrow for my sweet Jesus to flow again this year. I also pray for you to join me in this great sorrow NOT because misery loves company, but because following our tears we will together rise to great heights of joy on Easter morning as we again celebrate that He is Risen, He is Risen, He is Risen Indeed, my friends.
May all of the glory for ever and ever be given to Him! Amen.
Jesus is here, Jesus is born, Jesus is with us and yet what are we doing?
We are quickly taking down our decorations and we are preparing ourselves for the grind, for the coldest part of our winter and the coldest time in some of our hearts. Our heads are down and the parties are over.
Was it the same back then in Bethlehem?
The angels were not still singing their praises for us to see and the shepherds had to move on with their flocks. A few still sought Him in this quiet and peaceful time, but the majority of people returned to the routine of their lives.
Yet in Matthew 9:15
Jesus said to them, “Can the wedding guests mourn as long as the bridegroom is with them? The days will come when the bridegroom is taken away from them, and then they will fast.”
This is not the time to return to our normal and every day lives. He is here, He is born, He is with us! I pray to continue seeking and celebrating because He is here!
Glory to God in the highest and on earth may we all seek Your peace!