Sunday, April 4, 2010

the bridge

There is a sign that has been posted outside a church that I pass sometimes on the way to my children's school. I've been meaning to take a picture of it, but well, stopping to take a photo of a sign is a *bit* strange, so I haven't made it a priority yet. I think I may have to stop being so silly and take the picture! This church tends to have good ones posted.

Jesus built a bridge with two boards and three nails.

How true.

A bridge for us to meet God. No holding back. He became the bridge for us to cross. And it cost Him his life. No matter what you believe, no matter where you sit with Him, no matter if you've stumbled or if you feel you have nothing to offer but a tainted past, you can cross that bridge. Jesus did that for you. You have nothing to fear and so much to gain.

Sunday is the day that I typically celebrate the resurrection of our Lord, although I was lovingly told by my daughter that it was technically Monday that He had victory over death, thus making it a full three days. (sheesh, my kids are smart! ---I will even admit to you what I said to her, I was always wondering how Friday to Sunday was considered Three Days, but whatever! I'm so silly. Someone should teach me to count and recognize that it's Easter Monday that most of us have off of school and work for! But I digress...) As I dress myself in bright Spring colours to celebrate, I will try not to get aggitated or stressed by the excitement my children possess as they are filled up on chocolate energy that the "Easter bunny" left behind for them! Instead, I will fill my mind with the glory of the Lord, the power of His ressurection and what it means for me.

Death couldn't hold down him and it will not hold me either! I will walk that bridge! I pray that you will choose to walk that bridge too.

In Christ Alone
~Julian Keith Getty, Stuart Richard Townend

In Christ alone my hope is found,
He is my light, my strength, my song;
this Cornerstone, this solid Ground,
firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
when fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My Comforter, my All in All,
here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone! who took on flesh
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones he came to save:
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied -
For every sin on Him was laid;
Here in the death of Christ I live.

There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain:
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave he rose again!
And as He stands in victory
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me,
For I am His and He is mine -
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.

No guilt in life, no fear in death,
This is the power of Christ in me;
From life's first cry to final breath.
Jesus commands my destiny.
No power of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home,
Here in the power of Christ I'll stand.
*my favourite parts of the song, the ones that effect me the most, are bolded.


Financial Student said...

Actually it depends on who you ask. Most scholars still insist that Jesus died on Friday and rose on Sunday. A day and night being considered any part of the day. There are some that believe he died on Wednesday or Thursday instead and was resurrected on Saturday. It's interesting that it's debated now, but was never debated by the apostles.

So you and your daughter are not the first to have this debate. Though it's much simpler for her to believe it's Monday, it's not really all that simple.

Check this link out:

FieryCanuck77 said...

very interesting link, thanks! I think we can get so caught up in info that really doesn't matter though, can't we? Does it matter if it was a Friday to Sunday or a Thursday to Sunday or even one of those days at all? Our calender has changed so much over the centuries, so I wouldn't be surprised if we have the season wrong! (just like it's said that Jesus' birth didn't actually take place in December!) The point still is who we think he is? Was he the son of God? Our Saviour? or just some really great prophet?

I liked the last paragraph where it said this:
How tragic it would be if the old-guard Jews of Jesus' time failed to recognize Him as the Messiah because he was only dead for two days before being resurrected! But even more tragic if He actually was dead for the full three days and nights and they failed to recognize that because they had hardened their hearts to the truth.

Financial Student said...

I totally agree with you. I just didn't want you to be beaten in an argument by an 8 year old. ;)

FieryCanuck77 said...

hahaha! Thanks for thinking of me! :)

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