What a Savior!

Can you feel the anticipation building?

After winter winds blowing unending cold, spring-like temperatures tempt us to throw off our jackets, baring pale, melanin free skin.

Rosy glories of sunrise begin to color the morning horizon before we leave for the day ahead. Extended evening light greets the return home.

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Vivid splashes of color swathe the shelves at our local “do-it-yourself” warehouse, enticing the garden keepers to plant more flowers.

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The promise of life after a season of rest.

A few weeks remain to prepare the soul for the glorious message of hope.

Take a few minutes each night to read the Gospel accounts.

Refresh your images of the Good News Jesus brought to the poor, the blind, the sinners and the sick.

Imagine being fed, along with over five thousand others, from the bread and fish that Jesus blessed.

Hear His voice weaving the stories of the sower and the seed, the prodigal son, even the destruction and rebuilding of the temple—His very own body.

Sit transfixed at His feet like Mary did.

Lay down the palm branches as you respond to his kingly entrance.

And then…..

The betrayal….

The trial….

The jeering…..

The crown of thorns…

The whipping of thirty-nine lashes….

Trudging, stumbling, plodding, crawling under the weight of the cross-beam…

Only to reach Golgotha where the hammer drives the nails into his already battered flesh.

Seering pain with each belabored breath.

Feeling the rejection of His connection to His Father.

He took it all for me, for you, for anyone willing to humble themselves.

Yes, Hallelujah, What a Savior!

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Man of Sorrows! what a name
For the Son of God, who came
Ruined sinners to reclaim.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
In my place condemned He stood;
Sealed my pardon with His blood.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Guilty, vile, and helpless we;
Spotless Lamb of God was He;
“Full atonement!” can it be?
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Lifted up was He to die;
“It is finished!” was His cry;
Now in Heav’n exalted high.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

When He comes, our glorious King,
All His ransomed home to bring,
Then anew His song we’ll sing:
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

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