As a longtime Christian I know that most posts written today will feature stories and images of that beautiful terrible cross inviting all to accept this most precious gift. I have written such posts HERE and HERE if that is what you seek today.
Today’s post is for those who have already accepted the forgiveness of the cross and what happens next.
I awoke extra early on Thursday when I could have stayed in bed. Instead I puttered around the kitchen baking cookies, washing fruit and coloring eggs.
My photography instructor had given those who had finished their portraiture projects the option of staying home on Thursday. But I had decided I would go to class anyway.
I continued my work in the kitchen and placed strawberries in a ceramic berry bowl and grapes into miniature latte bowls.
I sliced up blueberry coffee cake.
The various platters and bowls were nestled in a basket. Hard boiled eggs filled empty spaces.
I rustled around in the cabinet above the refrigerator and found some happy polka dotted party ware. Plastic eggs filled with candy echoed the colorful dots. It was not lost on me that I was packing up a portable picnic to commune with my classmates on Maundy Thursday.
By nature I am quiet and reserved until I get to know someone. I often silently convey my love to others through gifts of food and small tokens of affection. I have been happily accused more than once of stealthily entering into someone’s heart. I was on such a mission that morning.
For the past two months I have been slowly building relationships with my classmates.
As I set out the goodies I was instantly swarmed by my young friends who were filled with surprised happiness. (The kids are always saying how hungry they are.)
As my own photos were finished I went around the class to see what everyone else was working on. A few were opening canisters of film while others cut their negatives to make prints. I made small talk about what their plans were for Easter. They asked about mine. We discussed where I went to church and that all were welcome to attend Easter services with me.
We laughed about me being a Jesus freak but deep down, seeds… I pray, are being planted.
Chemicals were being poured out just as I wanted the love in my heart to pour out.
This is my quiet way for I know that I will probably never be this guy:
It’s true that we are all only given so much time. Sometimes it is easy to forget that. We get to caught up in ourselves, our own lives. Even as Christians.
I know how very hard it is to go out on a limb for Jesus.
But it is not as uncomfortable as what He endured on the cross for us.
We are living in a world that wants to live in the moment. It isn’t easy to approach someone whose past hurts loom large. But we must look beyond the external to the internal. Just as Jesus did.
Yes, it often takes an investment of time. Maybe several plates of cookies. But every single person is worthy to know His love.
“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16
Spread the Word,
“Declare His glory among the nations, His marvelous works among all the peoples!” ~ Psalm 96:3
“And you will say in that day: “Give thanks to the Lord, call upon His name, make known His deeds among the peoples, proclaim that His name is exalted.” ~ Isaiah 12:4
He said to them, “Go into all the world and preach the gospel to all creation. ~ Mark 16:15
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