Lately I've been thinking a lot about how I want my children to have an intense passion and love for their God. I thought about myself when I was a young girl and unfortunately, I didn't have that passion... I loved God and I was a child of God, but I was still lacking something. I began to wonder if that passion and love can only come out of a season of testing and trials because for me that was the turning point in my life.Last night my kids and I sat in church for our Good Friday service... I think it's safe for me to say that I have never been a part of a more powerful service. I can't adequately explain the songs that were sung, the readings that were read or the prayers that were offered... my words just cannot describe it. I sat with tears streaming down my face as I once again came face to face with my sin that caused my Savior to go to the cross. I am simply overwhelmed!
The service ended at the point in the story with Jesus still hanging on the cross. The room went dark and the noise of thunder and the earth quaking filled the sanctuary. The lights came back on dimly and everyone quietly made their way to their vehicles. No chit chatting, laughing or conversing.
When my kids and I climbed into our van and I began driving away, I wasn't sure what to say. How do you go on with life as normal after being a part of something so powerful?
I was still choked up and could barely speak when my son, a teenager, said something that made me think that yes, indeed a child can have the same love and passion for God as an adult who's experienced the loving hand of God through trials. He simply told me there were moments during the service that he too could not sing because the words of the song and the message they spoke to his heart were just too much.
I'm thankful for the little glimpses God gives me into the heart of my children... this was one of the moments that can't be captured on camera, but will forever stay with me in my heart.
It was now about noon, and darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon, for the sun stopped shining. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two. Jesus called out with a loud voice, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.” When he had said this, he breathed his last.
The centurion, seeing what had happened, praised God and said, “Surely this was a righteous man.” When all the people who had gathered to witness this sight saw what took place, they beat their breasts and went away. But all those who knew him, including the women who had followed him from Galilee, stood at a distance, watching these things. (Luke 23:44-49)
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