To me, it means that I strive to be like Him. To see the world as He does. To love, to accept. But today I wonder if I am missing the picture?
Jesus went WILLINGLY to the cross for me. He didn't call his friends and gripe about his task. He didn't post his resume and look for a new job, a new calling. He sought council. He spoke with His Father. But he did not do it begrudgingly or with a hostile heart.
He sacrificed it ALL... not a part, not an hour, not just a finger. And He wasn't sedated. He did not negotiate the terms of His submission.
This weekend was hard. It is hard to for me to allow myself to ponder the reality of death. Even with a happy, hope-filled ending. It is hard for me to acknowledge that my son communes with God.
But this Easter - I also walked through it almost completely desensitzed. I was frustrated and full of excuses - still am - of why my life should be more than what it is. I want the best, I expect the best.
And a new dawning this morning... I am not Jesus. Not even in my dream. I am his child, no doubt. But even in my house... the child... does not trump the parent.
Do I strive to be like Him? Um, Ouch, gulp
Do I need to accept that my Father might know what is best for me? And do I owe him an apology?
Yes
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A good friend of mine once said to me - are you a Jesus freak? i had to think about that for a long time.. he then said you will know if you are a Jesus freak, or a Jesus follower.. a freak can be mislead, a follower knows what Jesus did, and what we have to do.. I don't get to see him often, but what he said to me will stick forever.. what are you???
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