I never let the meaning of Easter sink into my heart until this morning. I sat down and opened my Bible to Luke 24. Jesus was brutally killed. He was whipped and nailed to a cross. He was mocked and scolded. All of his pain was for a purpose. He came to suffer for my sins and the sins of others so that I wouldn’t have to…if I believe who He says He is.
Believing in Jesus is simple actually. There is historical records of Jesus being on earth. We have a whole book called the Bible all about Him. So, why don’t more people believe in Him? Maybe because they didn’t see him in person. Even the disciples didn’t always believe Jesus’s story. and they walked with Him.
The disciples were trying to decide if Jesus was just another prophet or the Son of God. They didn’t believe the testimony of the women who went to the tomb and saw Jesus was risen. They didn’t believe even though they walked with Jesus throughout His years in ministry.
I’m sure there were many Jews who didn’t believe Jesus rose from the grave. This is probably why many of them believe they are still waiting for the Messiah to come.
The beautiful part of believing in Jesus as the Son of God is the freedom He offers us. Jesus dying represents the ultimate sacrifice. Back in the old days they had to sacrifice animals whenever they sinned. I don’t know about you, but I would be paralyzed to make any decisions thinking I might be sinning. Thankfully, Jesus came and died so that I don’t have to sacrifice for my sins…or pay for my sins when I die. How spectacular! I can live in freedom knowing Jesus took the penalty for my sins. The payment I should be held accountable to. My prison cell doors were busted open and chains unlocked when Jesus died. I get to decide if I want to live in my dank prison cell or not. That is my choice. He came so that I could choose to live in prison or walk out in freedom.
I’ve been stuck feeling paralyzed to make decisions. I’m afraid I’ll make the wrong choice. If I truly believe in Jesus dying and rising again, then I have the ability to walk in freedom. I can chase my dreams without living in fear of my sins being documented with an even higher price attached. Jesus gave me freedom to decide.
Today, I have the honor of being a daughter of the Father. I claim my creative freedom to make choices. I submit to Jesus’s authority, and proclaim the good news of my freedom. Thank you Jesus!