I don't know if it's because I was brought up in a Christian home, a lot of my Facebook friends have "Jesus saved me type" posts with pictures of crosses or it's just a natural stirring to acknowledge what I once strongly believed.
But Good Friday, always tugs at my heart.
Today use to mean a lot to me and if you grew up in the 80's & 90's in a Born-Again-Christian-kinda-way, y'all know what I mean.
Good Friday, Easter, He's ALIVE was a big deal - I mean I grew up with Crusaders, Carmen, DC Talk, WWJD bracelets & Jars of Clay. At one point I would have been in an Easter play at my gigantic-stadium-of-a-church or I would have been truly celebrating the hope, believing in what this weekend means to a Christian.
Trust me, I get it. I do. I get feeling the passion having a faith can bring.
But today, to me, God feels so different...
Now:
- He's in love
- He's in faith
- He's in miracles
- He's in tradition
- He's in promises
- He's in simple moments
- And He's in fated steps
Today, I believe so differently.
The Pentecostal in me wants to end this post with a "He's ALIVE-all-tambourines-and-Maranatha-Music-style".
But, I'll keep it simple, and end instead with Amen.
Disclaimer because I know this subject gets personal - And gets personal real-damn-FAST!!! This is strictly my opinion on what God is to me. It's in no means any disrespect to whatever God, religion or faith you live by. It's strictly my thoughts, on my life, in my journey thus far...
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Expressed so well. I love it. No exclusion. It is love, whatever it is.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully said!
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