"Remember Me"

Easter is my favorite holiday of the year.  I love the music that has been written to celebrate Jesus, but even more I love my Jesus!  I am so thankful for the resurrection, because this gives me hope for eternal life.

"And if Christ has not been raised, your faith is futile; you are still in your sins....
But Christ has indeed been raised from the dead!!" 1 Corinthians 15:17-18

HE IS RISEN!!!

Here's a cool email my friend sent me today.  Let us remember Jesus, and keep our eyes ever on Him.

"Hi you all,
I was really blessed by this, so wanted to share it. It's a prayer of Dr. John Aker that he shared with our mission from his Good Friday devotional time. It is just an excerpt. I hope it blesses you.
--Rachel"


Father God,
What is the mood
Among Your Heavenly Court
This day?
Is it somber--fully reflective--
As The Redeemed of all the ages
Remember the story...
As they see even now,
Before their own eyes (and they surely do!)
The only man-made things in Heaven--the nail prints in
My Savior's Hands and Feet?

Or, is it a day of great rejoicing
As they look beyond
The tragedy of His Death
To the triumph of His Empty Tomb?
Does the early band that
Followed the Master
Ever recall
Their confusion,
Their pain
And their hurried flight in the dead and dread of that night?


Does Mary, His Mother,
Regard the piercing of His Sacred Side
As the final thrust of that sword
Which Simeon years before--
On the day Mary presented Her Child in The Temple--
Prophesied would pierce even her own soul?



And Father,
Do You and The Son ever speak
Of that awful moment for which He was born--
When He became the very embodiment of sin itself,
And You, Whom He so dutifully and devotedly called Abba,
Turned Your Back on Him?



Father,
Is that pain still there?
Can its memory ever be erased from Your Mind--
From Your Heart in which you purposed and planned all this in Eternity Past
Simply because
You loved us

It is getting lighter now, Father--
But still a bit dark
And kind of dreary.
In truth, I prefer
It that way today.


In the press of all
That is before me,
I do not want
To forget
What this day means for all men--
Even those who
Neither acknowledge nor appreciate
Calvary’s Criminal on That Central Cross.


The crosses on Skull Hill
Are clearly visible to my mind’s eye.
But I want, and I need, this picture
To be implanted
Deep within my rebel heart
My whole life long...


Father,
Even--no, especially--
Amidst the busyness of the day before me,
I long for the reason for His Cross
To become all the more real...
All the more personal
To me
Because,
By the work of Your Spirit,
I understand full well
That Jesus, Your Son,
Bled and died For me...


The sounds about me now, Lord,
Tell me that Your world is waking.
Before long it will be
Business as usual...


But, Father, I really do not want it to be
Business as usual for me--
Not today, God...
Not ever again.


As I go place to place today, Father,
In my very hurried and harried schedule
Keep my mind and heart stayed
On That Day--
Truly the highest and holiest
Of all holy days.


May His Passion and pain be imprinted as deeply in my mind and heart
As were the wounds in His hands, feet, and side.