A Time to Reflect
With everything happening in the world right now, it’s easy to feel overwhelmed. But in the midst of the noise, one truth continues to stand firm—our Lord has risen.
Easter is not just a holiday. It’s a reminder of the greatest sacrifice the world has ever known. And even if Sunday isn’t the exact date of His resurrection, it’s the meaning that matters.
We celebrate victory. We celebrate redemption. We celebrate love.
The Depth of His Suffering
So many people know the story, but few understand the depth.
Jesus didn’t just die—He suffered. Brutally. Violently. Painfully.
He was whipped with instruments embedded with metal and bone, tearing flesh from His body. He was mocked, spit on, stripped of His dignity. A crown of thorns was jammed into His scalp, piercing nerves and blood vessels.
He was beaten until He was unrecognizable. And yet, He carried His cross—possibly over 300 pounds—on shredded skin and shattered strength.
And still, He walked.
Crucified for Us
The Romans were experts in execution. Crucifixion was the most painful, humiliating form of death ever devised. Nails were driven through His wrists, not hands—directly into clusters of nerves. Then His feet were nailed down. Every breath became a battle for survival, pushing up on spikes just to breathe.
All while being cursed, mocked, and hated.
And yet, He stayed.
He didn’t have to. He could’ve stopped it. But He chose the nails.
He chose you.
“It Is Finished”
When Jesus finally said, “It is finished,” He wasn’t giving up.
He was declaring victory. The price was paid. The debt was gone.
The veil tore in the temple—signifying that the separation between God and man had been shattered. The law was fulfilled. Grace now reigned.
And yet… here we are, still living like it didn’t happen.
We chase fame. Money. Image. We cling to comfort.
But if you’ve truly seen the cross, none of that compares.
Are You All In?
Here’s the hard truth: If Jesus isn’t Lord of everything in your life, then He’s not Lord at all.
We’re called to deny ourselves. To pick up our cross. To follow.
That means dreams. Possessions. Status. Reputation.
All of it laid down at His feet.
We don’t get to meet Him halfway. There is no halfway.
He gave it all.
And He asks for all in return.
He Is Alive
But here’s the beauty of it all—He rose.
He walked again. He taught again. He comforted again.
And then He ascended.
And He’s coming back.
But why the delay? Because He wants one more soul.
Maybe that soul… is you.
He’s giving people more time. Time to repent. Time to believe.
Time to become His disciple.
A Wake-Up Call for Believers
A former pastor once told me something powerful.
He said, “A lot of people in church aren’t there for God. They’re there for image. For routine. For comfort. But their lives don’t reflect true belief.”
He compared it to tuning a radio—lots of static, and just a glimpse of the signal.
That’s not what Christ called us to.
He didn’t die for half-hearted worship.
He died for total transformation.
Real Faith Is Personal
You don’t need fancy prayers. You don’t need the “right words.”
God knows your heart. Talk to Him. Walk with Him. Include Him in your day. He’s not far off—He’s right there.
Whether you call Him Jesus, Yeshua, Lord, or even something simpler—He knows who you’re speaking to when it’s coming from your heart.
Time Is Short
The world is in chaos. You can feel it in your spirit.
There’s division, deception, destruction. People are calling good evil and evil good. And many are falling away.
But Jesus is calling you now.
He paid the price. He made the way. And He’s offering you life—real life.
Repent. Confess. Believe.
Not for show. Not for status. But from your soul.
Final Thoughts
I’ve had my own moments of tears. Nights where I woke up weeping at the thought of His pain—for me, for you, for our children.
And the hardest part?
We still spit in His face. With our sin. With our pride. With our apathy.
But even now, grace is still available.
Your Choice
You have a choice.
Accept Him. Receive Him. Follow Him.
He gave everything for you.
Now give everything back to Him.
Let this be the day you say, “Lord, I’m yours.”
