The Ultimate Sacrifice0
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.