I’m the
kind of person who cries easily. Seriously, I mean show me a picture of a sad
puppy and I tear up. So it’s no surprise how much I cried when I watched the Son of God movie today to celebrate
Easter.
As I watched Jesus endure forty
agonizing lashes on his back; watched Jesus get pierced through his hands and
feet with rusty nails; watched Jesus drip blood and tears; watched Jesus die on
the cross; and watched Mary carry Jesus’ lifeless body in her arms just like
she carried him when he was a baby; I cried desperately, my nose dripping snot
and my eyes turning red.
It was not
a pretty sight.
My mom
walked into the living room and found her daughter in a puddle of snot and
tears. I wasn’t embarrassed since, being a pastor, she was sure to understand
my sorrow. However, she reminded me about something that took me a little off
guard.
“You know
He rose three days later, right?”
Duh, of
course I knew that. I don’t know what my mom expected. I wasn’t going to stop
crying just because I knew there was a happy ending. It was still so horrible
to see how Jesus was crucified. Still, it did make me feel better as I waited
in anticipation for the movie to get to the part where Jesus returns. I wiped
my tears away and smiled when my anticipation was rewarded.
It’s
wonderful to know that Jesus rose. I don’t know if any other religion believes
in someone dying and coming back to life, but it’s amazing that Christianity
has that. It’s even more wonderful, though, to know that Jesus will come back
again. How amazing will it be when He does? I can’t even imagine it.
I do know
this, though. I would more than likely cry for that too.
Only that time, I would cry tears
of joy.
