Dear Heavenly Father,
Today is Good Friday. As I pause to consider the events of that day, two thousand years ago, I scarce can take it in.
As God, you became man. I scarce can take it in.
You were born of a virgin, walked this earth and forever changed the history of the world. I scarce can take it in.
We gave you a crown of thorns and beat you with all of hell's fury. I scarce can take it in.
We made you, beaten and bloody, suffer the humiliation of dragging your cross to the hill. I scarce can take it in.
We hung you on a cross! We mocked you and gambled over your clothing. I scarce can take it in.
You died. With your death you gave me entrance to the holy of holies. You gave me eternal life. You replaced the law with a new and wondrous covenant. I scarce can take it in.
You chose me, me of all people, to spend eternity with you because of my simple child-like faith in you. I scarce can take it in father.
My tears father, how do I comprehend all of this. How does my finite mind begin to comprehend such love. Father, I scarce can take it in!
I call you Abba, Father. Thank you Abba. Thank you for this day, two thousand years ago, for dying for me and allowing me to spend eternity with you, and my family and friends, and all the saints in eternity. I scarce can take it in Father!
Thank you Abba...
