Today’s Easter. For the Christian faith, it’s the most important celebration – more so than Christmas.
It’s not popular to say you’re a Christ-follower. It wasn’t in the day of Christ and it isn’t now.
Following Christ is different than being religious.
I used to be afraid to say I love Christ.
It wasn’t, and still isn’t, politically correct.
I don’t follow a faith or a person or a church.
I follow a Savior, the Son of God.
He’s changed my life and continues to change me.
He’s pursued me.
He’s led me with gentle grace and love.
His peace is something I wouldn’t trade for the rights I used to demand.
His grace is something I wouldn’t trade for the most gratifying moment of selfishness.
His power is something I can rest in because my way isn’t really the best.
If you disagree with me, that’s okay.
I don’t need to convince you otherwise.
But I’m not afraid to share about the love of my life.
You may be annoyed, but I’m okay with that.
I love Jesus, the Son of Christ, the Messiah.
I love His Father, the Living God, and His Holy Spirit.
I just will be silent no more.