The breath in my Lungs.

I've been staring at my computer screen for about 10 minutes wondering how to pour out refurbished words regarding Jesus, the cross, His waking, and His ascension.

My fear, ultimately, is that I will sound cliché and fanatic. I'm always concerned at how the majority of the western world views a Christ believer... mostly, the view they hold is what they draw from very misguided people who only imitate hate and/or diluted Christianity. I refuse to be associated with these extremists who delegate aversion and half-truths. They are (if they are lucky) the embarrassing family member of the body.

Jesus.

That name has been tainted throughout the years. Many have never heard the name, but for some, the name only conveys intolerance, condemnation, scorn, guilt, hopelessness, hurt, frustration, scandal, shame, ect. Humanity to blame.

When the story, in its complexity and wholeness, is consumed and stirred and savored, the theme of love, forgiveness, hope, suspense, perseverance, endurance, adventure, sorrow yet coaxed by sustaining joy, imperfection cured by the incarnation, cursed but finally redeemed, heartache remedied in the final hope.... all of this is the remnants of the story. This is the gospel. The "good news". The feet of Jesus delivered this message, and He required us to continue carrying it, living it, and embracing it. It remained, it remains, and it will remain. Forever.

Easter is tomorrow. For the skeptics, I am well learned in the history of Easter and where it derived from and why we celebrate it when we do.... and I count it irrelevant to the issue at hand, so I will save you the time and inform you that I am not ignorant and I am not naive in my faith or belief. (I once heard it said that it is in our human nature to be religious. Such holidays fall under that category... whether it derives from a pagan holiday, tradition, and/or practice, it is almost natural for us to want some type of ceremonial ritual, remembrance, and/or celebration, ect.)

And because it is Easter, I can't help but recall Jesus and my debt He paid for me. In all humility I remember and I am thankful to no end.

My Christ, I love you very much. Thank you for sacrificing your life for me and everyone you knew would believe in You. I rest in the Hope that I will see you one day because life is so tiny and short. But I also rest in Your promises. I only hope that while I am here I make you smile. May my life be a sweet fragrance to You. Be as close as the blood in my veins and the breath in my lungs.
Amen.