Posted By on Apr 9, 2012 | 13 comments

I’m guilty.

I had little desire to attend yesterday’s Easter service. After all, haven’t I heard this most important message more than any other? I’d taught it to my children all week, and–since I’m already doing a bunch of confessing–I was more excited about watching them open Easter baskets.

Then, once seated in service, my pastor played a clip:


Tears filled my eyes watching this new perspective twist.

Lord, forgive my apathetic soul. How heartless of me to think I’ve seen or learned it all. Thank you for the cross. The sacrifice. Your son.

And…for the humbling reminder.

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