Rhythms of Grace

Let's risk the ocean, there's only grace. 
What would our lives be like if we constantly depended solely on grace? What would MY life be like?
What if I wholeheartedly let the hands that cradle the stars hold me too?


It's been two days since we've been back from the Amazon and I've yet to process everything that went on in my mind and heart. Yet, I know His grace stands.


He died for me. How I wish I had the words to express what I feel when I think of His death on the cross for us all. No words would suffice. My thoughts are filled with the fact that there is nothing I can do but hold on to the love that led him to the cross; The love that led him to carry my every burden.
My only choice is to fall on my knees in awe of his glory and love.
A story of love hung on a tree, and even through the pain and heartbreak Jesus dealt with, He still shows that we were worth every nail.
And I hurt.
I hurt because it was my sin that pierced the hands that hold the universe.
I hurt because I know my sin will crucify him once more.
During this time, I've come to realize that my happiness if found in less of me and more of Him.
As He was crucified and buried, I am to do the same thing.
Christianity --I see as time goes by-- is a call to death.
And my eyes are open to a simple yet extremely complex fact: nails didn't hold Jesus to the cross. Love did. 


I must raise a knife to the things I love most and even then, I must raise it to my own life, so it may be Christ living in me instead.
Sunday is soon approaching, and with that, light comes. Light within a tomb. Light in spite of death. With the light came life. And just as darkness was overwhelmed, now the decay of death was reversed. Heavenly breezes blow across the Earth and Jesus breathes. His lungs expand and contract. His dried lips open. Stiff joints begin to move once again. His heart pumps full of blood and life...it pumps love for all his creation; for every single one of us.
And as we take time to envision the moment, we fall in awe.
We fall in awe of what has happened and what we now have come to know.
We know...I know that death will never have the last word again.
And with this, I sigh, and die.
Christ comes alive in me and I am no longer myself, but more of Christ.
And we begin to move along with the rhythms of grace.
The waves of grace that lead me to the love and forgiveness displayed on the cross.
Ocean of grace...it has no shore.
There is no limits when it comes to grace.
It comes like an avalanche seeking to give life through death.
And even if the death that we must go through...may it be well with our souls. 


May this event, this life-changing and heart-consuming event, stir our affections for Jesus.
May we look upon the cross, while our own hangs over our shoulder, and see the hope that was so willingly displayed on a tree.