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Episode 106 - Happy Easter

Cydni: [00:00:00] Happy Easter. Happy Easter. Happy Easter.

Happy Easter.

Just kidding. Sorry. 

Sher: okay, Cdyni. For the last few weeks we have been talking about spiritual gifts. This week we want to reflect on the greatest gift our Savior conquering death and saving each and every one of us. This week, Cydni and I want to prepare to celebrate Easter by taking time to reflect on His endless love and eternal sacrifice. 

Cydni: Just last Sunday while driving home from church, my 9-year-old daughter spoke up with a confession mom. I found out the marker I used today is actually permanent marker.

Oh, how did you find that out? I asked. She then pointed to her knees covered in flowers, hearts, stars, and other scribbles, and I could tell that she had tried to scrub the marker off. The doodling remained. She let me know most of the drawings [00:01:00] would be covered under the cozy sweatpants she planned on wearing as soon as she got home, but there was one spot everyone would see. She then held out her hand to reveal that she had taken the permanent marker to her hands. She slowly opened up her hand to let me read what she had written. There on her small palm in bold, black, permanent marker, she had written Gethsemane.

I smiled at her and told her I couldn't think of a better use or purpose for a permanent marker than that. Christ's words and Isaiah came to mind immediately. Can a woman forget her sucking child that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? . Yea, they may forget yet, will I not forget thee?

Behold I have grave in thee upon the palms of my hands, I reflected on the question asked in a poem by Mary Lou Cunningham, would the Savior come to save me if I lived on Earth alone? She writes. [00:02:00] Would he staggering, bruised, and bleeding to the top of Calvary? Would his brave heart burst in anguish? If none, but I could see I have found the answer for God has shed His light, Jesus came to save me for He is a God of might. Oh yes, for every person, Jesus braved Gethsemane. But I know that he would do it all if there were only me. I have read this poem many times as I've journeyed from God loves us to.

God loves me to we are children of God, to I am Gods to Christ died for our sins. To Jesus Christ, my savior died for me. As we finished our drive home, I found myself asking a question. I believe I am engraved upon the palm of his hands. Can I also say like my daughter, I have permanently written his name on mine.

 I thought about her concentrating on writing out such a big word. On such a small hand. [00:03:00] I could hear her singing to herself. The primary song The children have been practicing in time for Easter Sunday. Gemini, Jesus loves Me, so he went willingly to Gethsemane, just as Christ has engraved in my daughter on the palm of his hand.

She has taken his name and tenderly written it on the palm of her hand. May we all strive to do the same? May we reflect on the sacrifice made for each and every one of us, and may we allow God's love to permanently live in us.

Jesus climbed the hill to the garden. Still, his steps were heavy and slow. Love and a prayer took him there to the place. Only he could go Gethsemane. Jesus loves me. So he went willingly to Gethsemane. 

Sher: My dad and uncle loved treasure hunts. Every Easter, they'd hide [00:04:00] baskets. Eggs and all sorts of prizes making us search high and low. Most of our searches were out in the middle of the desert where they loved bury the Easter treasures in the desert sands, and even hiding the prizes at the tops of cedar trees. One year though, we were in the forest, they stood there, arm stretched out, pointing towards the trees and simply said, your prizes are somewhere in the woods. We searched and searched, but nothing. Finally, they decided to give us a clue. Look for something that doesn't belong when you see it, that's it.

But even with that hint, and no matter how many times they repeated it, we still couldn't find our Easter baskets. The forest was too big, too dark, and too overwhelming. And isn't that how life feels sometimes, like we're lost, unseen, blending into the shadows, waiting for someone to notice us.

But no one does, unlike us searching hopelessly for those [00:05:00] baskets, Christ always finds us. He doesn't give up. He doesn't miss us In the vastness of life's forest. Easter is the proof of that promise.

Jesus rose from the grave and because he did, we are never truly lost. President Udo beautifully expressed this truth, our savior, the good Shepherd, knows and loves us. He knows and loves you. He knows when you are lost and he knows where you are. He knows your grief, your silent pleadings, your fears, your tears.

It matters not how you became lost, whether because of your own poor choices or because of circumstances beyond your control. What matters is that you are his child and he loves you, and he loves his children. Because he loves you. He will find you. He will place you upon his shoulders, rejoicing. And when he brings you home, he will say to one and [00:06:00] all, rejoice with me for I have found my sheep, which was lost. This Easter because of our savior sacrifice for each of us. Remember, we are promised that we will always belong, and because he rose, he will find you and me and carry us home. This is our prayer from Cydni and Cher. 

Cydni: Happy Easter.