How deep the Father's love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
And make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory
Behold the man upon the cross
My sin upon His shoulder
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished
I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
Why should I gain from His reward
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
I grew up in a christian home. From young I've always sang about this 'Jesus' in sunday school. And praying to a God who listens to you was something natural that I never really thought much about.
And that's the danger of growing up in a christian home. With time, you assume yourself to be a christian. In primary school, when people asked about religion, I naturally answered them, "Christian". There wasn't much to doubt. It was, perhaps, habitual. Something that I assumed. And that's how it is for most of us. We assume our parents' faith, if any - be it buddhism or christianity - as our own. 'Cos that's the way we've always been brought up in. And everything becomes habitual and very much a part of our lives, from young.
Read this book a few years ago, about 'church kids' - and how many of us really understand the message of the gospel and make the faith our own. The danger of assumption and not truly questioning...
I think questioning's important. I don't question enough. I'm one of those who sponge up information like, well, a sponge. With not much internal processing. I listen. And seldom challenge stuff. I don't like presenting opinions. Unless they're things I feel strongly for or unless I have absolute confidence in something, like an area that I'm strong in - maybe leading stuff or planning events and stuff - otherwise I keep quiet. That's probably why my learning ability is severely impaired in class. There's not much internalising process and generating the info into my own knowledge.
Okay I lost my train of thoughts. But anyhow.
There was a period of time when I really trying to figure my way around stuff. It came with growing up I think. But I was really doubtful of everything. Religion takes a lot of faith. Christianity takes a lot a lot of faith. It's too... simple. It is a Man who died on the cross to pardon us of our sins, so that we may not need to endure punishment, but have eternal life in heaven in the future.
There's no pardoning based on merit or good deed or how you're like as a person. We're equal. It's just impossible to fathom how great someone's love can be for us, to go through atrocious capital torture and punishment. Forsaken by the Father, so that man need no longer be forsaken.
I think to people who hold no religion or who aren't christians, all of this just sounds really strange and silly. And all religious and... religious. But you've no idea how real it is to me, and to everyone else who does, and what strength and joy I draw when some things become very real in life. I'm thankful for my faith. Faith is very hard to fathom. But it is very real. Always get people asking me what kind of happy pill I take to be so retarded and cheerful all the time. My joy comes from the Lord. (:
It's difficult to understand something like this, but I just hope that you will take time to question too. Question the thing most unquestionable and unfathomable and go get some answers. Life. For me - for christians - life is more than this one life itself. It's more than that. It's worth thinking about, I think.
I am a Christian, a child of God (: Christ died on the cross for my sins. It's something that I'll try very hard to understand but will never ever fully truly get. He died for all of us.
He died for you, too. He's real.
Blessed Good Friday.

































