I remember being there, in a crowd of many people, watching the crucifixion of a Man they called Jesus. It was weird to me how they kept yelling out to Him to save himself and he didn’t even try. I remember seeing this one lady, I’m pretty sure it was His mother because she was crying like no other women there. When she put her head down, that’s when I started to doubt. I knew it was going to be over soon. I just didn’t understand how a Man so powerful could let such a thing happen. I couldn’t get it around my head that if He wanted to stop this He could but He wouldn’t. He didn’t have to put his own mother in the pain of watching her only Son slowly dying in front of her but He did … why? People were crying and people were screaming but I stood still. I stood there and looked at His in silence. I saw His at his lowest point. Blood and tears running down His face and body. I was still very confused. He died that night and I was disappointed. I wanted more. I wanted His to prove himself. I didn’t want to stop believing but how can I believe now? He’s dead there is nothing left to believe in. For days I lived with no purpose, no hope and no faith. And on the third day He rose from the dead. My Lord, my God, my Saviour. He proved he can do anything. He proved He is not just a man they called Jesus. Without His resurrection I wouldn’t believe and wouldn’t have hope for eternity. But thanks to His plan we can confidently preach his word. Thanks to His plan we can fight any battle with strong faith. Thanks to His plan we can get back up every time we fall. Thanks to His plan we get a new start. So thank you Jesus, for your resurrection.
