Happy Easter

I was very moved at our Good Friday Service, I hope that I can do it justice to describe it.

When my boys were young, I used to chase them around the house. Just as I was about to capture them, they would run to their mom and shout, "BASE!!!" We would then debate wheter Mom would qualify as base and if a base was even allowed in the game.

During the time of meditation at the service, all of that came back to me. We sang about the the fact that at one time, we would be face to face with God. I thought about his eyes, the eyes that penetrate and see everything, my sin, my faults, my shortcomings. And I thought..."I need a base."

And then I looked to the cross, that place where God sent his son to deliver me from my sins. I thought, "there is my base". I had an almost irresitable desire to touch the wood, to cling to it. That was my base, my place of safety.

And I was undone.