So, during devotional time that we have each morning with the students in the ministry I am working with (PILAS), we have been reading passages in the gospels and watching parts of the movie, Son of God, that correspond with the passage. Thursday, we watched the extremely gruesome and horrifying section in which Jesus is crucified.
The room was completely silent (save the gasps coming from the young girls in the room…understandable gasps).
Then, through my own foggy, glossy eyes, I glanced over and saw sweet Carlos, a thirteen year old boy, tears welling up in his eyes.
And I thought, “Wow, he really gets it.”
A boy who has very little, has not been through years and years of children’s church lessons, nor emotionally-hyped youth conferences …he sees the incredible thing that Jesus did for us and sheds the sweetest tears.
Sweet tears that make it so clear that he was overwhelmed with what Christ did for him on the cross.
I think it is so easy for people who are brought up in the church to become desensitized to the reality of the cross. The grueling pain that Jesus endured for us so that we may be in relationship with Him is so engrained in us that we forget how profound that act was. I want to live in constant awareness of the breathtaking story of the cross.
But not only the cross. Because that’s not the end of the story. I want to live in constant awareness of the fact that Jesus also triumphed over death.
Lord, may I always get how profound the cross is just like sweet Carlos.