Friday, April 22, 2011

Dear God,

On Good Friday I ponder the events so long ago. I wonder if the faithful lost faith even though your son did just as he said he would. Were they confused, downhearted, lost, grieving? Or did they imagine Jesus was an illusion, the promise of something that never materialized?

As I stood to sing Amazing Grace in the choir loft just a few feet below the cross, I wondered again. With all the creative imagination I can muster, I could not envision the long walk to the cross. What man in his right mind would ever believe he could save the world by hanging on a cross?

And yet, since that time in my own life I have experienced a powerful grace and love that have exploded into faith for me. Every time I gaze upon a cross, any kind of cross, I feel the blessings of love you have given me. Through healings, challenges, wise leading, companionship, compassion, forgiveness, mercy, hard questions and daily conversations, I have witnessed a kind of love that is rarely seen on earth. More than a thousand times I have been scooped up into your arms simply because I was hurting. Who else loves that much?

What gifts
you give
because you love.
I'm not worth
the cost
of your life
but you
gave it anyway.
How could
I not
love you
right back?

Forever yours, Andrea