It is Easter week. In the midst of the eggs and the pink dresses and the choir and the breakfast prep and the ham and the buffet planning and little girls in curlers, there is this, the true necessity of Easter, the true darkness that brought about the joy of Easter Sunday morning. It is the true reason why I am a Christian.
Not because I am better than anyone else, because I’m not.
Not because I am good enough, because I’m not.
It’s because I drove the nail. And so did you.
Please read the post “Who Was the Man Who Drove the Nail?” and listen to the song at the end, both by my husband, contemporary Christian musician Stephen Bautista.
It says it all.