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40 days

40 days.  We wait.  Not with solemn trepidation of the unknown, but rather in humble, confident, wholehearted thanksgiving kind of knowing.  40 days of not-celebration, awaiting the greatest celebration.

Today, whether you observe Lent or not, know that Easter is the greatest day of the year.  Oh, it’s not about eggs or bunnies, though those are sweet.  It’s about life!  Life after death in fact! It’s about the greatest sacrifice becoming the greatest victory – death defeated!  Jesus Christ, having been crucified on a Roman cross, died, then rose to life!  No, it’s not “sweet”, it’s gruesome.  But that is what it took to save us.  A Holy God, an unholy people. 

“For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.” Hebrews 12:2b

Looking ahead to our salvation, Jesus endured.  He waited.  He did not call upon the legions of angels surely watching. He did not defend Himself nor explain.  He walked to the hill, He lay on the cross, He allowed His hands and feet to be nailed, He bore the curse in the crown of thorns, He did not take relief when it was offered, He waited for death to come… Even more, 3 days in the grave… He waited, while no one waited…

Then He lived again.  Have we read, said, celebrated that too many times that we nonchalantly believe it?  Have we forgotten the power of it?  If there is no excitement in you when you think of it, then maybe so.  Maybe we need to wait.  Maybe we need a renewed AWE of our God, for He is AWEsome!  His ways are mind-blowing, filled with power and peace.


40 days.  40 days until we celebrate what was THE Greatest Day in history.  Will you wait?  Will you wait expectantly?  Will you lay your eyes steadfastly on the Joy of your salvation – Jesus, and wait humbled in the knowing what great price was paid for you, for your eternal life?  If we have given our life to the One who gave us His, then we can wait in thank-filled confidence.  If not, I pray these next 40 days stir desire to know the great Joy that is Jesus.  And that we will, in the end, celebrate together!

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