what matters most

the week
leading to Easter.
His last on earth.
each year i aspire to make it richer.
to see more of the sacrifice, more of the grace, more of the gift.
and to teach of those things to my children well .

all very real
disciples with wounded, self sufficient hearts...needing Jesus.

He hung out with those who needed heart healing
you know the type..the prideful, the bitter, the judgmental, the us
the ones that are all over churches, wounding their neighbor with their hypocrisy,
the us...who get an occasional glimpses of how needy we really are of Him...
and the us that cry out to Him when we hurt.

could i open eyes more this week
to see my total emptiness.

and the fullness, the perfectness, the ONLY, of His gift of the cross.

because Christ came, because He lived a perfect life and died the death that should have been ours,

and because He rose, we can be free

of those things that put the human soul in bondage.

like death...

Jesus went there, and came through the other side, and said we could join Him.

like our wasting sin...

He gives grace to be free from the task-master that is sin.

enough said for now

enough light

enough to contemplate

Now, my place... to revisit His gift, in all its simplicity, it's significance, it's magnificence, with my heart eyes wide open.

And with untempered thankfulness quick on my lips.