Good Friday...

So, today we remember. He suffered. He died.

What do I do with that? Over 2000 years later, sitting in my comfortable home in a country halfway around the world from where He was?

I paint Easter eggs with my kids, my husband has the day off, I wish my family was here...but what do I do with the knowledge that the Son of God came to be my scapegoat? my atonement?

My ladies biblestudy is just finishing up a study of the Old Testament Tabernacle (A woman's heart God's dwelling place)...and the amount of blood shed over and over again for every sin the Israelites committed is astounding.

Hebrews 9:21+22 - "In the same way, [Moses] sprinkled with the blood both the tabernacle and everything used in its ceremonies. In fact, the law requires that nearly everything be cleansed with blood, and without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness."

That's a lot of blood. I'm not trying to be morbid here, but I am just thinking about how much Jesus' sacrifice saved us from....saved me from....

Worthy is the Lamb!!