I'm Not Too Cool

My newsfeeds are filled with Scripture, lyrics, and exclamations proclaiming the GREAT news that we celebrate this Easter weekend.  Jesus is alive, and "by His stripes we are healed."  My heart rejoices, my thoughts run gleefully down the path of forgiveness and grace and redemption.  It's wondrous.

I fight this internal battle about posting, though.  Holidays always feel like a bandwagon to me, and I really don't like bandwagons.  Everyone expects me to post something about Easter today, so I think I'll just stay silent.  That's what the cool kids do.

Oh, but I'm not a cool kid.

I'm not too cool to tell you that the resounding thought in my head since I woke this morning has been, "Oh, praise the One who paid my debt and raised this life up from the dead!"

I'm not too cool to tell you that the cross and the resurrection are THE best news in all of history.  Without that, nothing else matters.  "And if Christ has not been raised, then our preaching is in vain and your faith is in vain ... If in Christ we have hope in this life only, we are of all people most to be pitied."

I'm not too cool to tell you you that the cross of Jesus, His death, burial, and resurrection, the price He paid for my sin, the way He made for me to have right relationship with God and eternal life wrecks me.  In the best possible way.