What Easter Means to Me

I look at my life before Christ and I am struck by the fact that it doesn’t seem like my life. I was born again on Palm Sunday in 1980. I was thirty years old. That has been thirty-eight years ago. When I was first saved, I mourned for all the years I had spent wasting my life trying to do it on my own. I remember praying and asking God to give me as many years to serve Him as I had wasted denying Him. Now, that is just one of the answered prayers in my life. From the first day I accepted Jesus as my personal Saviour, I have never denied Him and standing on the faith He has given me, I never will. Have I always served Him? Yes. Have I always served Him well? He will be the judge. Have I ever fallen short of what He would have me be? Yes, constantly, consistently, and often consciously. Just as the greatest sinner and the greatest saint, I will stand or fall based on His grace.

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