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Monday, April 17
The nails in your hands.
I realised, after my daily dose of aimless blog-hopping, that no one really wrote anything about Easter. No thoughts, no comments, no feelings, no new insights. Have we really grown so immune to the Easter message that we fail to see its importance or its significance anymore? Or have we been thankful for so long that we've forgotten exactly what we're thankful for?
The speaker yesterday said that the Easter message was one that was hard - almost impossible to believe. But conversely, what if we've been believing without really thinking about the enormity and the near impossibilty of the events that took place? I think it is more dangerous to believe blindly than to have hesitant doubts.
So if this Easter, you think about Jesus' hands being pierced by nails - and you feel indifference; if you remember that He rose again - and you pass it off with a sanctimonious nod; if all you took away was the little toy from inside the Easter egg - well, maybe you should think again.
I know I should.