He Died for Me

I nearly forgot about Easter.

Well, I wouldn't say I forgot. I just looked forward to it with indifference. A month ago my mom asked me about some Easter cards she wanted to send to a few friends, and I said, "Sure, they're great." I didn't really care, though.

It was only last Sunday when I actually started thinking about Easter, and then only the middle of the week when I stopped myself and realized that I was acting completely indifferent about the greatest day in all of history.

I can't even believe I was so uncaring about the great thing my Savior did for me. The fact that He did what He did not want to do, enduring the ridicule and torment, the pain and physical torture, because He loved me. The awesome reality that after three days of death in a dark and ugly tomb He rose and lived again! The great joy that someday He'll come back for me to fulfill all that He died for.

The most interesting thought that I have had is that Jesus still died for me, even while I ignored Him. Even while I was more worried about assignment deadlines and everyday crises than the death and resurrection of my own Savior, Jesus died for me. Even while I nearly let pass the remembrance of the most tragic and joyful event, Jesus died for me. Even while I was a sinner, Jesus died for me.

"This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us." (1 John 3:16)