Our Living Hope

It is Easter again.

The years seem to be moving by so much faster now. I suppose that's a sign of getting older.

All these years (not that I'm all that old), all these Easters. I am amazed every time. When it is time to sit down and really think about why we celebrate Easter. The hope that we were given.

Jesus willingly went through what He did. The humiliations, the beatings, the false accusations, the insults...He took it. He had the power, the whole time, to pronounce judgement on all the earth. He could have stopped it at any point. Legions of angels at His command. All He had to do was say a word. He could wipe us out of existence with a thought.

He did not. He took it. He was our whipping boy. He was not compelled or coerced. He layed down His life voluntarily.

He did it because of the fact of His love for us. (John 3:16)

He layed down His life. But wait....there's more.

He took it up again. He took away death. (John 10:14-18)

Now, He sits at the right hand of the Father. He holds out hope for all who will believe.

For those of us who believe, He has taken away all reason for fear of anything...even death.

God is AWESOME!