|(stumpy) christ of the ozarks (Photo credit: fallsroad)|
On the cross, Christ became a sink. He took our lies, thefts, adulteries, murders, deceptions, hatreds, and enmities upon himself. All of them. He took our sins, our shame, our guilt. The whole thang. Our sins mingled with God's righteous wrath poured down the horrid sink hole of the cross.
A source produces something (a spring is a source).
|The Resurrection of Christ (Kinnaird Resurrection) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)|
|Resurrection of Christ (Photo credit: Wikipedia)|
The death and resurrection of Christ occurred in time/space as an historical event on planet Earth. It has existential meaning that cannot be ignored with impunity. We each must choose.
I have a need, a thirst, that was met in Christ.
That is the question.
As I set out for church this morning I do so with a fresh awareness of the cross and empty tomb. Because of the cross, I am forgiven; because of the empty tomb (and my faith in it), I am endowed with new life and a fresh direction to follow.
Happy Easter. He is risen.
He is risen indeed.
Thirsty? Come to Christ and drink.