Friday, March 29, 2013
[My research before moving to this state was not thorough. The bugs here are huge. The first one that landed in our house was spotted by the cat, then myself. I about died thinking it was a dinosaur mosquito.]
Well, it's Good Friday. I don't know whether to say "Happy Good Friday!" or "Sad Good Friday" or nothing at all, because, what do you say about a day like this if you're of the religious persuasion? Being a believer that Christ is real and did real things, I believe that on this day so many odd years ago, he died. Not just died, but was tortured to death, and it was my fault. So it should be a really mournful day, right?
But no, because I already know that in a couple days I'm going to celebrate his resurrection. That through that three day process I was freed from my sins into a complete relationship with God. So, then, I should be celebrating today? That seems a little... odd.
And then throw in a 14 month old and I start thinking, "What on earth am I going to tell her in a couple years about Easter?" "How on earth am I supposed to make this holiday more than just candy and dresses and playing games with plastic eggs?" If I can't even figure out personally how to celebrate this weekend appropriately, how dare I even try to convince my child to know how to.
So I usually end up thinking that I am thankful have another couple of years before my child will actually remember what we did on Easter to begin teaching her about Jesus.
I suppose the word for this holiday is actually "thankful." More than sorry or relieved, I should be thankful for the gift that God graciously gave me. Thankful that he allowed me to understand the gospel of Christ at a young age. Thankful that Jesus willingly suffered for something I deserved.
I don't know how, but I want to instill a heart of thankfulness in my child over this holiday weekend. Not like Thanksgiving and all the "I'm thankful for my family" sorts of things, but a direct line of thankfulness for Christ's single act of extraordinary kindness that can not be copied or diminished.
Thank goodness I still have a couple of years.
[my husband laughed twice while proofreading this. I took it as the go ahead to post it.]