When He took up His old, rugged cross, about to shed His life blood for you and for me, He let them pierce His side, His hands and His feet, before bowing down for a crown of thorns to be placed on His head. It was at that moment that His suffering began, but one he bore gladly.
There, on Calvary’s Cross was Mary’s little boy, giving His life for the same souls about to take His. How excruciating for her to have watched the little boy she had cradled in her arms, let out his final breaths while begging for forgiveness for us. Us. Us who were created in the image of His father. Us, responsible for taking the life of His only son. Us, who betrayed Jesus, and in turn, betrayed our God. Us, who have since turned this world upside down by discarding His commandments, and rather, delighting in life’s pleasures. Us, who have chosen wealth and power over the heavenly riches that was promised to us with that death on Calvary’s Cross. Us, who no longer know how to love one another, how to forgive each other, and how to discard our wicked pride. Us, who struggle with keeping the good, and discarding the bad. Us, who are served by evil, who serve the darkness. Us, who are burying the last bit of humanness and empathy that is left inside of us, and no longer care to make excuses for our behavior, our hatred, our longing for inflicting pain on others, creating wars or settling for world dominance. Us, who have become lost in a noisy world, and can no longer see beyond the clutter in our lives, or the clatter in our hearts and minds. Us, who might feel forgotten, discarded, rejected, alone and unloved. Perhaps, we can’t hear Him when He speaks or feel Him when He nudges us, because we simply don’t care to.
That death on Calvary’s Cross was planned and carried out perfectly, so that we can someday live eternally with our Father in Heaven. So that we can forgive those who hurt us, or seek to destroy us, and in turn, receive salvation for our own sins. Perhaps, we can learn once more to say a prayer for the lost, the broken, the enslaved, the unborn, the sinners and even the saints. Maybe, we can pray for those who live in fear, anger and resentment. When we’ve learned to pray for others again, perhaps we can say silent prayers for those that are running from Him and take their hand to show them the way home again.
That death on Calvary’s Cross was the darkest sunset the world has ever known, and when, only a few days later He had risen, He taught us about Heaven. He proved that it was real, that God was real, and that we have no need to fear death. We have no need to mourn those we lose here, because they are there, with Him. That’s where we’ll find Him again. Free from sin. Free from the darkness of this world. Free from the hatred that is slowly seeping into souls. Free from fear. Free from hurt and suffering. Free from pain and anger. Free from shattered hearts and broken spirits. Until then, we find Him in our silence, in our hearts, and in the hearts of others.
We find Him in our commitment to Him, in the eyes of our loved ones, and in the faces of our children. We find Him in the littlest of things, and we find Him in the big things. We find Him in the air we breathe, the wind, the rain, the storms, the oceans, the mountains, the birds and all His creations. We find Him in us. We find Him in love. Compassion. Forgiveness. Empathy. Goodness. We find Him in it all.
All because of that death on Calvary’s Cross.