he is risen

i know that i get a lot more laughs when i'm sarcastic.. but allow me to be serious today and i promise i have some good ones up my sleeve for the future. 

i have said this before, but having a son has made me re-think the experience i have had with my faith and Jesus in particular.  i grew up in a christain household, i heard the story of Christ, how he was born, how he lived, and how he died, and if i am 100% honest i had thought before that i was not totally blown away by the sacrifice.  i have thought in the past that, if God came to me, and said that if I gave my own life i could save the entire world, i would.  i would be willing to make that sacrifice...

today i was struck with a thought.  the biggest sacrifice might not have been Jesus giving his life, but God giving his Son.  I rocked Mason to sleep tonight, and looked at his sweet face, and i was struck with the thought of what if God came to me and told me i could save the souls of everyone in the world if i would allow Mason to be sacrificed.  if i would let someone whip him, beat him, spit on him, and hang him from a cross by nails in his hands.  if i would let him go through an agonizing and slow death, i could save the souls of everyone... my best friends, my sisters, my parents, my niece, and my nephews.  could i do that?  could i sacrifice this tiny boy who i hold him my arms?  this little man whose laughs i will do anything for?  this growing baby who gives me open mouth kisses, throws his arms around me and pats my back?  the little babe that i snuggle right before he goes to sleep and right when he wakes up in the morning?  THAT i don't think i could do.

maybe the biggest sacrifice wasn't the sacrifice of self, but the sacrifice of a Son, a sweet baby boy, a small piece of Himself.  God loved us... me... so much that he was willing to watch His son, His precious baby suffer and die... that alone is worthy of my devotion and awe.

He is risen!
He is risen indeed!
Happy Easter!