This week is the week leading up to Easter. In some religions it’s called the Holy Week, in others it’s not mentioned at all. Yesterday was Holy Thursday. Yesterday was the day of the week, that thousands of years ago, Christ held the Last Supper. And then went to the Garden of Gethsemane. In the past this hasn’t really had that much of an effect on me. So I decided earlier this year, that I wanted Holy Week to have more meaning for me. And folks, it’s made all the difference.
Yesterday I decided to get my sorry behind off the couch and go to the temple with my FHE family. PAUSE STORY. My FHE family ROCKS. That is all. Carry on. UNPAUSE. So we went to the temple. And there isn’t a better way I could’ve spent Holy Thursday than by being at the temple. I read scriptures from the four gospels about Christ and his life, and his death. I spent time looking at paintings of him teaching, and got to be baptized for people that can now accept him as their savior and redeemer. It was a wonderful, amazing day.
So, yes this blog post is more religious than most, but I would feel very ungrateful if I didn’t tell people what I know.
I know that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is the true church on the Earth. I know that more than anything else. And this week especially, I am so grateful for the Atonement. I know that Christ has felt absolutely everything I have ever felt, and will ever feel. He chose to die for me, and he also chose to live for me. He could’ve given up, had the cup removed from him. But he didn’t. He thought I was worth living for in that moment. And that’s something pretty amazing. So today I am rededicating myself and my life to him. I don’t want to cause him any more pain than I have to. So I’m going to try and be better, so maybe he didn’t have to suffer as much for me.
Happy Friday everyone!