On Good Friday there was a group of Catholic students
who put on a live demonstration of the stations of the
cross. I saw 13 and 14 while I waited for my bus and
talked to a lady standing there. What an unusual sight
to see in the middle of campus. It was a bit surreal,
and such a sober reminder of all that was suffered
and all that was accomplished.

On Saturday I went to an Easter Vigil service that my
friend Kate invited me to. It was at a house on Mass.
Street and there were candles and Scripture readings
and songs accompanied on guitars and mandolin... and it
was a beautiful time of remembrance. "He has done great
things for us" seemed to be the theme of the night.

I took a walk this afternoon in the cold rain and I
prayed and I cried - good tears. And, because of the rain,
I didn't have to worry about anyone noticing (yes, songs
have been written about this phenomenon...) The tears
were because God is so good. I only want to know Him
more and understand how much He loves us so that I will
never complain, realizing all that He sacrificed on the cross,
and how he conquered death.

If He died for me in such a way, why do I complain
about the little discomforts, or even the big ones,
I may feel from time to time? He deserves my love
and my all. I'm so glad that He is both my King and
my friend. Is it possible, that He considers me a
friend and not just a lowly, sinful servant? That is
what I often feel like, but a friend of mine reminded
me today that we are also considered His friend,
because of Christ.

"Lord, help me to know You, to be more giving in my heart,
and to be convicted when I next begin to complain about
discomfort. Remind me that because of Your work on the
cross, any suffering You allow in my life will be for my
benefit, and will not be worth comparing to the glory that
will be revealed."

Happy belated Easter!