I’ve grown up in Church. I am one of those that can say any time the doors were open I could be found in the Church. And yet for some reason, year after year, Easter would come and go, with me getting new fancy clothes and baskets full of candy, but leaving me no different from before.
This year was different.
This year, Easter took on a whole new meaning, and I’ll tell you why, but in order to do so, I have to back up a little bit.
You see I’ve been working on something big. Something I’ve been dreaming about for a very, very long time. And its been quite a journey just getting to where I am today. Part of that journey means I’ll be launching a new website soon, and recently just finished my first e-book.
And what’s come out of this particular chapter of my story, more than anything else, is the reality that I’m the one that deserves the Cross.
I’m the one, who’s life would be dramatically different where it not for the grace I’ve been shown time and time again, from those closest to me.
Its me, the chief of sinners.
So Sunday, as Passion Week began, sitting there thinking about what was coming up the following Friday, that truth just hit me and has stayed with me ever since.
And so, the Good News of Easter has a sweeter aroma than usual. There really is no turning back, no other way of being. Nothing carries as much weight, nothing provides as much peace, nothing produces life-like the Cross of Christ!
It is true, He is Risen indeed!
So as things are rapidly changing in my life, and opportunities surfacing out of nowhere, I’m brought back to the simple fact that I’m just a man, who continues to be a recipient of the undeserved favor of a King.
I’m just a Ragamuffin, doing his best to make sense of it all.
That has become my worship and is meant to be yours as well.
Here’s a question for you:
What did Easter mean to you this year? Did you experience it any differently?