I remember the moment I understood it so clearly. The it I refer to is, of course, the entire point of our beliefs. The moment I understood the glory, the mercy, and the grace of the sacrifice, resurrection and ascension are so deeply ingrained in me, because it was literally a life-altering moment.
People use the phrase “come to Jesus moment” lightly – but in truth, when you finally understand it, that’s exactly what it is.
Perhaps this is on my mind because this past weekend was, of course, Easter. During the service, my pastor spoke about pre-Resurrection Paul and post-Resurrection Paul, and how there is a pre- and post-Resurrection person in all of us.
And he’s right.
But it’s more than just having a moment of understanding. I’ve believed in, loved, and followed the Lord for most of my life. I was raised in the church. I understood what I was being taught in Sunday school, and it all made sense to me. I got it, in a historical and factual sense.
Yet it wasn’t until that particular moment when I actually believed. I felt the Lord reach out and touch my heart and say to me: “This is what it’s all about. This is why I sent my Son, this is what his death and rising mean, and this is what awaits you, too.”
I can’t tell you how to find meaning in the Lord… you just have to be open to it. If there’s anything I’ve learned when looking back at my own pre- and post-Resurrection self, it’s that only one thing changed to give me that moment: my mind. I stopped looking at my faith like something textbook, because it’s not. The Lord’s love for us is reckless and uninhibited, and our trust in him… our openness to him… should be the exact same way.