Love's as hard as nails,
Love is nails:
Love is nails:
blunt, thick, hammered through
The medial nerves of One
Who, having made us, knew
The thing He had done,
Seeing (with all that is)
Our cross, and His.
-C.S. Lewis
My words seem inadequate on a day like this. Good Friday is good for us sinners, who are washed clean with the blood of Jesus. He is the sacrifice. Our lives, and sins, are costly, indeed.
How else can I express gratitude to my God for this sacrifice? My words seem too simple. There isn't a word in English (or any language) to reflect the thankfulness, remembrance, darkness turning suddenly into light, dawn of hope, mercy, grace, and unending love.
I suppose such a word would be incomprehensible. Too high for us, for God's ways are higher than our own, and His thoughts higher than our thoughts. That means, He knows what He is doing and there is no way for us to fully understand.
So we accept this dark day, knowing that Jesus' sacrifice means so much more than we ever could have imagined ourselves.
How else can I express gratitude to my God for this sacrifice? My words seem too simple. There isn't a word in English (or any language) to reflect the thankfulness, remembrance, darkness turning suddenly into light, dawn of hope, mercy, grace, and unending love.
I suppose such a word would be incomprehensible. Too high for us, for God's ways are higher than our own, and His thoughts higher than our thoughts. That means, He knows what He is doing and there is no way for us to fully understand.
So we accept this dark day, knowing that Jesus' sacrifice means so much more than we ever could have imagined ourselves.
No comments:
Post a Comment