As Easter Sunday approaches I am reminded of the greatest
love story ever told. I consider myself a writer of romance – with a twist –
but no story will ever compare to that of Jesus. Such love! I am often dropped
to my knees with the gratitude and humbleness by this love. Sadly, more often I
take this love, and Jesus, for granted.
Two weeks ago our pastor preached a sermon about Jesus
cleansing the temple from John 2:13-22. If you’re not familiar, it’s where
Jesus turns over the moneychangers tables in the temple. It wasn’t so much what
they were doing but their motives behind it – the condition of their hearts.
It brought tears to my eyes and an ache to my heart. I
examined my heart and asked myself, how
do I treat being in God’s house and His presence? I imagined being invited
to a benevolent king’s or master’s house. He has made available a feast, and
all the comforts and luxuries that are his are offered to me. What do I do with
it? How do I treat Him for his kindness, grace, mercy, and love?
I am ashamed to admit that I whine and complain about so
many things. I am often more ungrateful than grateful. The only one who has
never failed me is Him. Truthfully, I would be dead if not for Jesus. He
literally and figuratively saved me.
So, I write. I write to glorify Him. Or, at least I strive
to. I want to show readers the Jesus I know through my fiction writing. I want
my writing to be a blessing, to be anointed. God, let it be, may it be so! And making some
money at writing would be nice, too. Just keeping it real, folks.
God bless you and may His spirit and presence be vibrantly
alive in your heart this Easter.
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