Growing up I didn't know the true meaning of Easter and even as one who attended Christian functions in early high school, I still didn't know the significance. For nearly 20 more years Easter only meant family gatherings, Easter Egg Hunts and getting a new Spring dress. How sad to spend all those years not knowing the truth. Perhaps it's the sharp contrast of knowing the truth next to not knowing the truth that makes knowing the truth even more precious, more significant and more humbling to me. For if God had not opened my eyes to the truth I'd still be wandering down a lost path towards eternal hell. As each year passes my gratitude towards God increases as the significance and power of the cross becomes clearer and sharper and with this my heart becomes heavier as I grieve for my loved ones and others who are wandering down that lost path.
Never cease to pray for the lost.
"Brothers, my heart's desire and prayer to God for them
is that they may be saved." Romans 10:1
Never cease to preach the gospel.
How then will they call on him in whom they have not believed? And how are they to believe in him of whom they have never heard? And how are they to hear without someone preaching? And how are they to preach unless they are sent? As it is written, “How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the good news!” But they have not all obeyed the gospel. For Isaiah says, “Lord, who has believed what he has heard from us?” So faith comes from hearing, and hearing through the word of Christ. Romans 10:17
Take time now to ponder the significance of salvation and the power of the cross and pray with humility, gratitude for God to touch your heart in a powerful way opening your eyes even more to the beauty and glory of His everlasting presence in your life.
Oh, to see the dawn of the darkest day;
Christ on the road to Calvary.
Tried by sinful men, torn and beaten, then
Nailed to a cross of wood.
Chorus:
This the power of the cross!
Christ became sin for us.
Took the blame, bore the wrath,
We stand forgiven at the cross.
Oh, to see the pain written on your face,
Bearing the awesome weight of sin;
Every bitter thought, every evil deed,
Crowning you bloodstained brow.
Now the daylight flees, now the ground beneath,
Quakes as the Maker bows his head.
Curtain torn in two, dead are raised to life;
“Finished”, the victory cry.
Oh, to see my name written in the wounds,
For through your suffering I am free.
Death is crushed to death, life is mine to live;
Won through your selfless love.
Last Chorus:
This the power of the cross,
Son of God slain for us.
What a love, what a cost,
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