The significance of this weekend grows and grows for me each and every year. Perhaps its because life seems to get tougher and tougher, or maybe I realize a little more how MUCH Jesus had to forgive me of as I get older - but I love Easter weekend.
To think of what Jesus did for me those many years ago - that He would love a sinner like me! He allowed himself to be beaten, a beating I deserved. He allowed himself to be killed, a death I was destined to embrace.
Instead, I can experience life, and life in its fullest. Even when tough days come, they aren't to hurt me but allowed by God to shape me as He teaches me how to live in order to not only please Him, but to be sure to finish this life's race as a winner so I can gain the greatest prize of all ... eternal life in heaven.
Thank you, Jesus - for being the ransom for my sins. Thank you, Jesus - for conquering death so that I can live. I have a lot to be thankful for, but nothing more than this.