|Not nails. Love. Xtreme Love.|
Friday, 29 March 2013
(Nails were not enough to hold God fastened to the Cross had love not held Him there - St. Catherine of Siena)
I sent an sms to some of my phone contacts this morning and have decided to post a somewhat longer version of that sms here:
It was not nails that kept Jesus Christ fastened to the the Cross at Calvary.
It was Love.
God loves us THAT much.
That is extreme committment.
I am determined to be just as committed to Him as He is to me
How about you?
You see, most people (myself included) tend to spend today focussed on the pain, the gore and all the suffering Christ went through for us today many years ago. Or some just try to make sure they don't eat any beef . Nothing wrong with this but not sure how come we miss what methinks is the real koko of the matter. The real 'why' of how such a bad day could still be 'Good'.
True, God wanted to give us eternal life. But why?
True, God wanted to free us from sin. But why?
True, God wanted to cancel all the ordinances against us. But why?
True, God wanted to rip the veil in two & give us direct access to him. But why?
True, God wanted to, with each whiplash to Christ body, free us from sickness. But why?
Why? Why? Why?
Because He loves us. That's why.
He could have come down from that Cross anytime he wanted to.
He could have zapped all those soldiers to 'thy kingdom come' if he want to. But he didn't because love constrained Him
Yes, the A to Z of today is Love.
So inspite of all the nails, the gore and the cruelty of today, it is indeed a Good Friday because it is the day that God demonstrates how much he loves me.
How shall we respond to this kind of love?
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