I wish instead of my usual blog this week I could simply post the cantata our church did this week for Easter. What a blessing it was! The music of Amazing Grace—My Chains Are Gone by Chris Tomlin, Keith Getty, Stuart Townsend and others was powerful and stirring, and our choir, along with the congregation, sang it beautifully. I was privileged to write the narration for it, and it was an emotional experience for me to see and hear it performed as a praise to the Lord on Palm Sunday and again on Good Friday.
I was not the only one moved to tears. Many others told me they cried, and even some of the singers got choked up as they sang. The account of our Savior’s sacrifice on the cross was heart-breaking; His resurrection was wondrously victorious and the entire thing was tremendously personal as it emphasized that all Jesus did, He did for me. He chose the cross in order to free me from the chains and bondage of sin. He rose from the dead to conquer sin and death once and for all so that I might have eternal life.
I have a terrible memory. I do not have a lot of very clear childhood memories. I do remember very well, however, when as a six years old I accepted Jesus Christ as my personal Savior. It was a beautiful October Sunday in 1958. I remember sitting on the little step of the platform in the room where we had Children’s Church with Mrs. Doris Frank while she told me how I could be saved and prayed with me.
I had not lived a life of crime, or harbored dark sins, or been a wicked heathen. I would not say I was enslaved by the chains of sin—and yet I needed a Savior as desperately as any hardened criminal or godless pagan. I remember vividly actually feeling the burden of sin lifted from my shoulders at the moment I asked Jesus into my heart. It was a feeling of freedom and joy, and I have never forgotten it. It is probably the reason I have never for a moment doubted my salvation for even as a six year old, it was very, very real.
I do not have a miraculous testimony of conversion from a lifetime of sin and degradation. My salvation story is a simple one of a little child coming by faith because she realized that she, too, was a sinner and needed the blood of Jesus to wash her of her sins. I praise the Lord that being saved at an early age kept me from being held in slavery to the bonds of sin. I thank God for a Christian mother, and later a Christian father, who made sure I was in church to hear God’s Word preached and taught. I am grateful for all the Sunday School teachers and youth leaders who gave of themselves so that I would have a strong foundation of truth and training to take with me for the rest of my life.
But it all started with Him. His story. How He left the halls of Heaven to be born in a crude stable in the poor village of Bethlehem on this sinful earth. How He walked the hill of Golgotha and chose to be nailed to a cross and shed His blood for the sins of the world. How He rose triumphantly over death three days later. As I wrote the narration for the Easter cantata I used a great deal of Scripture, for His story and what He has done for us cannot be better told than through His own Word. I felt truly humbled and awed as I listened once again to the old story that I have heard throughout my life. It is all about Him. It is all about His amazing grace and unending love.
As we celebrate the greatest story ever told today, let us not take for granted what we have heard over and over, but truly cherish it and be thankful and live our lives for Him as a thanks offering for all He has done. Let us share His story with others. Let us share our own story of salvation with them, as well, even if it is as simple as a little child coming to Christ in faith.
I leave you today with the words of two songs, both written by Keith Getty—one about His crucifixion and the other about His resurrection—as well as just a small portion of the Scriptures pertaining to these most awesome events. May you be blessed today as you celebrate and remember Him.
THE POWER OF THE CROSS
Oh, to see the dawn
Of the darkest day:
Christ on the road to Calvary.
Tried by sinful men,
Torn and beaten, then
Nailed to a cross of wood.
CHORUS:
This, the pow’r of the cross:
Christ became sin for us;
Took the blame, bore the wrath—
We stand forgiven at the cross.
Oh, to see the pain
Written on Your face,
Bearing the awesome weight of sin.
Ev’ry bitter thought,
Ev’ry evil deed
Crowning Your bloodstained brow.
Now the daylight flees;
Now the ground beneath
Quakes as its Maker bows His head.
Curtain torn in two,
Dead are raised to life;
“Finished!” the vict’ry cry.
Oh, to see my name
Written in the wounds,
For through Your suffering I am free.
Death is crushed to death;
Life is mine to live,
Won through Your selfless love.
FINAL CHORUS:
This, the pow’r of the cross:
Son of God—slain for us.
What a love! What a cost!
We stand forgiven at the cross.
SEE, WHAT A MORNING!
See, what a morning, gloriously bright,
With the dawning of hope in Jerusalem;
Folded the grave-clothes, tomb filled with light,
As the angels announce, “Christ is risen!”
See God’s salvation plan,
Wrought in love, borne in pain, paid in sacrifice,
Fulfilled in Christ, the Man,
For He lives: Christ is risen from the dead!
See Mary weeping, “Where is He laid?”
As in sorrow she turns from the empty tomb;
Hears a voice speaking, calling her name;
It’s the Master, the Lord raised to life again!
The voice that spans the years,
Speaking life, stirring hope, bringing peace to us,
Will sound till He appears,
For He lives: Christ is risen from the dead!
One with the Father, Ancient of Days,
Through the Spirit who clothes faith with certainty.
Honor and blessing, glory and praise
To the King crowned with pow’r and authority!
And we are raised with Him,
Death is dead, love has won, Christ has conquered;
And we shall reign with Him,
For He lives: Christ is risen from the dead!
And he… fell on his face, and prayed, saying, O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless not as I will, but as thou wilt. (Matthew 26:39)
And they stripped him, and put on him a scarlet robe. And when they had plaited a crown of thorns, they put it upon his head, and a reed in his right hand: and they bowed the knee before him, and mocked him, saying, Hail, King of the Jews! And they spit upon him, and took the reed, and smote him on the head. (Matthew 27:28-30)
And when they were come unto a place called Golgotha, that is to say, a place of a skull…they crucified him, and parted his garments, casting lots: that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the prophet, They parted my garments among them, and upon my vesture did they cast lots. (Matthew 27:33-35)
Now from the sixth hour there was darkness over all the land unto the ninth hour. And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? (Matthew 27:45-46)
…He said, It is finished: and he bowed his head, and gave up the ghost. (John 19:30b)
When the even was come, there came a rich man of Arimathaea, named Joseph …And when Joseph had taken the body, he wrapped it in a clean linen cloth, And laid it in his own new tomb, which he had hewn out in the rock: and he rolled a great stone to the door of the sepulchre, and departed. (Matthew 27:57-60)
In the end of the sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, came Mary Magdalene and the other Mary to see the sepulchre. (Matthew 28:1)
And, behold, there was a great earthquake: for the angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it. His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow. (Matthew 28:2, 3)
And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified. He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay. And go quickly, and tell his disciples that he is risen from the dead… (Matthew 28:5-7a)
And they departed quickly from the sepulchre with fear and great joy; and did run to bring his disciples word. And as they went to tell his disciples, behold, Jesus met them, saying, All hail. And they came and held him by the feet, and worshipped him. (Matthew 28:8-9)