Tuesday, April 16, 2019
Full reading – John 19:28-42
28 Later, knowing that everything had now been finished, and so that Scripture would be fulfilled, Jesus said, “I am thirsty.” 29 A jar of wine vinegar was there, so they soaked a sponge in it, put the sponge on a stalk of the hyssop plant, and lifted it to Jesus’ lips.30 When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.
Reflection: What does it mean that Jesus suffered and died for me?
As a child I did not have a father; he left when I was 9 months old. I spent my summers with my wonderful Grandmother. She never prayed or at least not that I ever heard, but she insisted that I needed to go to Sunday school every Sunday, and VBS in summer. I went of course but I just didn’t get who was this Jesus. No one in my family ever spoke of him or prayed before a meal except at Christmas and Easter. When I was 10 my Aunt Ruth gave me a beautiful white Bible. In it she wrote: May you live by this book always, Honey, and life will go good for you. Again, she didn’t go to church or ever pray that I knew of. I would tell her I don’t understand this book and again I would hear, “Read it; that book has all the answers you want.” I did read it over and over and started to have this warm feeling when I would read the Bible.
Then I started to talk to Jesus like he was the dad I didn’t have; it was fun and he became my father. I would tell God if I had a bad day or good day, if I got an A or A-. I somehow knew he was listening to me. When bad things happened to me in my house, I would run to him and cry. He was my comforter. I told stories about school – what I liked and didn’t. As I got older and I grew stronger in my belief and faith in this Jesus, I felt so bad he suffered and died so terribly for me. His death means I can live for him every day as he has lived for me.
I pray everyone will come to know Jesus, like that little girl I was long ago, Amen!