The Ultimate Sacrifice

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So if you read my last post, you know that I gave us sugar for Lent.  It’s just a little after noon today, Easter Sunday, and so far I’ve had a donut for breakfast and a few spoonfuls of my favorite ice cream that I recently found again at our local grocery story.   I bought six containers of it.  Last time they quit selling it for two years, so this time I decided to stock up a little.  You just can’t beat Starbucks Java Chip Frappacino.  Yummy coffee/chocolatey goodness.

I was pretty proud of myself.

It’s crazy when I think about giving up sugar as some sort of sacrifice.  I had a friend who gave up soda and coffee, and last night she made the comment that I hope she won’t mind me sharing.   It kind of embodies where I was at during this whole process.  I’m paraphrasing her statement, but basically it was this:  Lent has become more about counting down the days until I can have soda and coffee again instead of drawing closer to Jesus.

I’m right there with her.

I was really looking forward to that ice cream this morning.

It’s days like today, Easter, that I really try to take a deep look at where I am and where I’m going spiritually.  Let’s face it.  My sacrifice of sugar is nothing.  NOTHING.  Today it serves to me as a reminder.  A reminder that there is nothing that I can do to make myself worthy of His great love and grace.  Nothing that I can say, no person I can help no sacrifice made.  Nothing.

His death paid my debt.

His resurrection gave me new life.

And there’s nothing I’ve done to deserve it.

Thank you, Jesus.

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