4 Trust in the LORD forever,
for the LORD GOD is an everlasting rock.
The Holy Bible: English Standard Version. (2001). (Is 26:4). Wheaton: Standard Bible Society.
Our ROCK of ages.
Let me hide myself in THEE.
The Gospel.
Lead me to the ROCK that is higher than I.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0zBuhz3d0k8
Standing on the ROCK that is higher than I. In full surrender to the KING of kings and the LORD of lords. I surrender all.
Guard the Deposit Entrusted to You
4 As I remember your tears, I long to see you, that I may be filled with joy. 5 I am reminded of your sincere faith, a faith that dwelt first in your grandmother Lois and your mother Eunice and now, I am sure, dwells in you as well. 6 For this reason I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you through the laying on of my hands,
The Holy Bible: English Standard Version. (2001). (2 Ti 1:4–6). Wheaton: Standard Bible Society.
Do people truly comprehend how bitterly JESUS died?
To be honest, I’ve no idea. I’ve spent all my life trying to understand it myself.
When I was a little child, I used to walk to church every morning to attend Mass at 7 am. Why? My father told me to go there in his place. I was very deeply touched in my heart by the statue of JESUS’ sad face, looking to heaven and all the blood dripping down. I would touch it and wonder what it was all about. I asked that I would know one day the true meaning of why JESUS was so sad. I believed that HE was the SON of the living God. I loved my Father.
But nothing would ever let me imagine that I would see the crucifixion, first hand. Since my early twenties, this place called me to Christ and HIM alone.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-jqD6c1GXd0
The women were there. They were weeping. The noise was horrendous. The filth and the stink. The place stank of death. The men’s teeth were horrible. They needed the dentist. Their breath stank like this place. The men were smiling. How could they.
Today in my reflection with Christ and HIM alone, I kissed HIS feet. HIS blooded feet. My hands and mouth were covered with the BLOOD of the Lamb of our living God.
And then, I cried.
Why?
JESUS reminded me of a time when I would see my mother kiss the figure of the feet of Baby JESUS in HIS manger.
We truly are blessed by our parents and their devotion to Christ. My mother used to tell me how she used to pray for hours and hours and hours. My father told me the same thing. They both loved JESUS. So, I’m so blessed.
To be honest, Easter is not the best time of the year for me.
kaz 