The crush, the victory and the passion displayed by Christ’s death on the cross is heavy on me this morning.
Charles Dickens: “Bearing his Cross, upon his shoulder, like the commonest and most wicked criminal, our blessed Saviour, Jesus Christ, surrounded by the persecuting crowd, went out of Jerusalem to a place called in the Hebrew language, Golgotha, that is, the place of a skull. And being come to a hill called Mount Calvary, they hammered cruel nails through His hands and feet and nailed Him to the Cross, between two other crosses on each of which, a common thief was nailed in agony.”
Thank you seems so insufficient to express the crush of my heart when I read of the price Christ paid. I say thank you for a peanut butter sandwich or for a chair pulled out for me to sit on or for someone saying they like my dress. Surely there is a better way to say thank you to the Lord! How can I express my emotion relating to your sacrifice? Lord, let me give you me – not just my words – but all of me. And I realize that that is still nothing except for what you have helped me to be.
A release of this kind of praise and thankfulness is one function of the Holy Spirit when one “speaks in other tongues.”
I Corinthians 14:2 (NIV) “For anyone who speaks in a tongue does not speak to people but to God. Indeed, no one understands them; they utter mysteries by the Spirit.”