For years, I have noticed that it often rains on Good Friday. Perhaps it's because April Showers are typical. Or perhaps, God is helping me to remember. Maybe both. Regardless, I try to remember. Remember something I did not see with my own eyes. Something I need to see with my mind's eye more often that I do.
It's all been paid. This Gift is authentic. There's no replacement, and nothing I can do, to make it better.
May the rain that falls today be the tears I do not shed.
Blurring my sight of all things temporal. Allowing a sharp eternal focus.
May it symbolize the tears shed by the Father, and the Son.
And remind me that my sin is washed away.
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