Since this is a blog about the journey- today I wish to write about this Easter weekend. I hope you all can forgive the self-indulgence…..
Since I was a little girl Good Friday has been hard for me, the Passion Week horrifying. I used to wear a cross around my neck daily, until one day it became an instrument of torture and I could not understand using that as an adornment. Even though I knew many many people wear the cross with the best of intentions.
I was advised to be careful with that train of that, and I took that to heart and wrapped it around my mind and conscious and even pulled out my necklace and wore it a few times. But it still did not seem right. This has been my thought process for a number of years and Good Friday stayed weepy and all I saw was my sins pinned there.
A few years ago Tree63 released the song- Its Friday, but Sunday is coming (Is that the real title?) And those words made so much sense to me. I loved them and still do.
Then Spirit showed me
Revelations 21:5 And he who was seated on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new.” Also he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.”
And I could see the cross was his work, the start of a new creation and I understood why he did what he did. Good Friday was still hard though, to relive that torturous moment over and over again. Can’t we just hide from it?, move right to Sunday?
This year was different though and you know how when the Spirit teaches you something it is direct and bold and undeniable? The next words for me; were the linking of the heart and the mind with the golden thread and it was undeniable. Those links are so precious, aren’t they?
He said- ‘Don’t cry for me- Be proud of me. I knew what I was doing, I knew I was architecting a new way, I planned this from the start, rejoice as you watch what I can do. Be proud of the cross and my work; as a man is proud when he provides for his family. You don’t need to cry anymore.’
So this weekend when I looked at the cross, I saw the backside of it, not the front.