Happy Easter everyone! This is probably a post more appropriate to Good Friday, but I’ve been very busy, so here it is today.
Easter is the holiest day of the year for Christians. It is a joyous day where we celebrate Christ’s resurrection and the fact that he died for our sins. It is a day filled with hope and brimming with meaning. I believe that the true meaning of this event is unique to each person.
We were participating in a Lenten bible study at our church where we looked at the last 24 hours of Christ’s life. When we came to the actual crucifixion, we listened to a pastor give a very detailed sermon explaining the actual process of crucifixion. I will spare you the details, but it was sobering indeed. Then our pastor asked us to think seriously about what the cross meant to us, as individuals. On a personal level.
I have given this a great deal of thought. And though I was afraid to share at our bible study, here are my thoughts of the power of the cross for me, as a rape survivor.
For me, one of the worst aspects of my rape was the lingering shame that has stayed with me over the years. When I see the cross of Easter, I cannot see the hope and promise without also seeing the shame and humiliation which Christ endured for us.
Which God endured for us.
He was dragged through the streets. He was publicly flogged. He was taunted and tortured. He was stripped and broken and left to die. And he had done nothing wrong to deserve this.
God is something so all encompassing…so above anything that we can comprehend. He is the epitome of power.
And yet, when I look at the cross at Easter, I see that this all-powerful God knows exactly how I feel. He has been through the shame that I felt. He has felt the pain, known the sting of humiliation and fear. He can truly understand my heart. He willingly went through this to feel what I felt.
This is nothing short of amazing to me. This is where I find hope. This is the miracle of the cross for me.
I hope you have a blessed Easter.