Saturday, April 7, 2012

Dearest God,

Out of the pictures of Christ and the cross displayed on the screen Good Friday night, all I could see was the cupped hand.  A hand that would typically hold a cup of water, some coins, or perhaps another hand, but a nail., a huge stake?

How much would it hurt to have a nail driven into your hand?  And at the the first cut, wouldn't the pain be so bad, you would pull it back and cry out, "No!"  It was all I could think about as I gazed at each picture.

The cost of love, and so much of it.

Holy Father,
the cost
of your death
is incalculable.
The value
of your love,
the same.
Thank you,
thank you.

Love, Andrea