Friday night, I turned off the lights on the cross that stood beside my door for Easter.

It was dark. It was silent. It was a reminder of the darkness that would have filled the night when Jesus breathed His last.

I walked away in tears reflecting on what it would’ve been like to look up to the Light of Jesus on the cross one last time.

“It is finished” would’ve echoed through the land.

Imagine walking away from the cross in a darkness you’ve never felt before.

As I was walking away from the cross to go to my comfy bed, in my nice warm home, with my family and all that I’ve been blessed with, I felt guilty. Jesus died because of my sins. How could I be worth that? 

Saturday came and I spent the day with my family complaining about being stuck  at home and not being able to go and do as I pleased. I was bored and had already forgotten that moment of silence I experienced the night before when the Light dimmed on the cross.

Sunday, I woke up and the same cross stood by my front door, lights still on. I accidentally left them on the night before but woke up to a dark cloudy day lit up by the cross. May His Light I’ll never fade.

As the storms rolled in Sunday night, I was reminded of that glorious day when the stone was rolled away and Jesus rose from the dead. 

Let the darkness remind you of the sin debt that Jesus paid for you. 

Let the wind remind you of His last breath.

Let the rumbling storms remind you of the stone rolling away.

Let the lightning remind you of His glorious Light.

Let the calm and the silence remind you of  His control over any storm.

Let His love be remembered every day!

Today and every day, Jesus is alive!

May God bless you and show you His grace every day!