Happy Easter.

A couple of weeks ago, I was talking with Joshua about Easter. Figuring it was a good time to discuss the whole question of what Easter's about, I asked him, "Why did Jesus die, sweetheart?". His response? "Uh, was he eaten by a shark?". Uh... no sweety :o) Now, to be fair to Joshua, we had spent the previous weekend away with a bunch of friends from church and we'd been looking at the story of Jonah, so I'm kinda guessing that he was getting a little confused!

The next week in church, we heard about a kid who asked their mum this question: "Mummy, why did Jesus have to die? Why couldn't we just say sorry?" What a great question! Wouldn't it be easier that way? But then that doesn't take into account how serious it is when we ignore God's way. And that's what's so amazing about Easter. I think about what it means to me to be a Father, and then multiply that by about a kazillion and you're probably getting close to imagining the feeling of closeness between God the Father and God the Son, and from that, you can consider the burden of seperation that the cross was for them.
Wow.

He is risen.