This morning when I woke up, my first thought was, “I don’t feel like getting up.”
Then I thought, “I don’t want to clean my room today.”
“I really don’t feel like eating right today.”
“I so don’t want to be patient with these kids.”
You get the idea.
Then I remembered that today is Good Friday. It made me think of that beautiful rendition of Blessed Redeemer by Casting Crowns. I looked up the song on YouTube so I could post it on my Facebook.
One of the versions I clicked on had paired the song with clips from the movie, The Passion of the Christ (which, incidently, we will be watching tonight). Before the song started, the video showed clips of Jesus praying in the garden. And I was struck by the fervency, the anguish, of Jesus’ prayers.
He didn’t feel like being betrayed by someone he trusted.
He didn’t feel like standing trial.
He didn’t feel like being beaten beyond recognition.
He didn’t feel like being crucified by his own people when he had done nothing wrong.
He didn’t feel like being abandoned by his closest friends.
He didn’t feel like taking the punishment of the sins of the world.
He didn’t feel like having God turn his face away from him.
He didn’t feel like dying. He wasn’t in the mood for it.
But he did.
Because it was right.
Because he didn’t live by his feelings.
He lived by the Truth.
In a word: passionate. About Jesus, church, ministry, music, reading, family, friends, and sometimes even iced skinny soy mochas.