Sunday, December 13, 2015

The empty cross


And so it is here, the end of the year once again. It may be that the older we get the faster the time passes. Relativity, I know, but this year went flying. And wanting to or not it’s difficult not to get carried away with all the movement that this season brings about.

 
This year I decided to play differently than everyone else, if you don’t know anything about me you should know I don’t like to go with the flow, I like to do my own thing and I don’t follow the masses.  With so many things to do, (house for sale, child studying at home, new puppy, etc.) I decided to not to decorate my house for Christmas. And even though it’s liberating, that is not the reason I wanted to do this.

 
I, for one want to teach my child that this season is not about a fat guy dressed in red that takes the credit for all the presents we have to buy. I also want her to know that it is not about decorations, or food, or presents. I want her to know that the real reason we celebrate is because over two thousand years ago the most wonderful thing happened and we should not forget, not set it aside while this world fills us with its own ideas and ideals.
 

This year instead of a Christmas tree we are setting up an empty cross. Why? Well, you see it is true that Jesus came down to earth to be born as a man, to be delivered as a tiny baby, innocent, defenseless and blameless, but He didn’t stay there.

Now, please I know this is an important part, He didn’t stay a baby, but He grew up still blameless and lived the life I couldn’t and paid for what I have done. He took the cross for my sins. He died on a cross, BUT He didn’t stay there. His body was put in a tomb, but He didn’t stay there either.

I simply don’t want to get carried away by the insistence of this world of forgetting WHO is the real reason we celebrate, not for gifts, not for traditions, but for Him and He being God is very alive.  He is not on the cross anymore.

 

And as they were afraid, and bowed down their faces to the earth, they said unto them, Why seek ye the living among the dead?

Luke 24:5

So this year, and maybe all of the years to come, I won’t decorate a tree that may look beautiful, but has nothing to do with my Savior. I won’t fill my house with fake snow and little bears dressed in red suits. I won’t fill the house with little electric lights that shine only at night.

But this year I will fill my house with one light, a true light, the light of my Savior. Knowing that I could not pay my debt, He came to this earth over two thousand years ago and paid it for me.

For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.

2 Corinthians 4:6

Thursday, November 26, 2015

In the world not of the world

 In the world not of the world



 How easy it is to lose sight of the important things.
How easy it is to look for praise, to want it, to crave it.
How easy it can be to start every sentence with I. I want. I need. I have. And how difficult it is to put others first.

 For quite some time I have been obsessed with having something, it's not really something physical, it's more of a recognition, or a validation, as days become weeks, and weeks become months, and the desired wish couldn't come to realization, my mind rolls around, getting lost in the thoughts that my dear Father has forgotten me, or that He doesn't care enough about me to give me what my heart desires right now.

 Do you want to know what is also easy? It's easy to forget how much He has done for me already. How He set His eyes on me, and I could feel His love and protection since I was a child, way before I had any interest on meeting Him. The way He took me out of my scene, out of all the people, people that probably have done better than me in His eyes, people that are not complicated like me, people that have a lot to offer, that are good at speaking out loud, not someone so small and simple like me. However He chose me, He hand picked me out of all of them, set me apart, and then came shaking my life like a powerful thunderstorm. Yes a life that didn't have much sense besides the mundane, and all of the sudden my mind started looking for Him, my Father, I wanted to know Him, to know what His plan is, to know why I was where I was and what was I doing. And I found Him... A beautiful sight of a Father looking out for His child, and I found that even when I didn't recognized Him, He was always in my life, taking care of me, of the big decisions of my life, and of the little ones too.

 Six years ago I accepted Him into my heart, and He knocked my world upside down, made me see things I had never seen before, opened my eyes, and let me know He was always there, but to have real communion with Him, I have to be set apart, I can't be of the world.
And this world makes everything that is possible to have me entertained, busy, occupied, worried... School, work, house, family, friends... Always a distraction, always a difficulty, and it is so easy in those moments to get away from Him, to look for human understanding, and for human recognition. And it is in those moments precisely when I most need my Father, His word, the closeness that brings the understanding of our situation. We are a simple vapor in the wind, we are here, but oh for so little, we won't even have time to do anything significant, even the most famous or rich get forgotten eventually, but our Father is there, firm as a rock, unmoving, unchanging and He loves us. I can't find anything better than to dedicate my time to Him. To find grace in His merciful eyes.

Who needs the world when I can be in the sight of the creator of the universe?



Luisa