Throughout the world, Christian and non-Christian, this day resonates and takes time to stop and recognise Jesus Christ. Who He is, or who He was. What He has done, or what He had done. Wherever you stand on this, there is an awe in Easter. There is this solemnity of Good Friday and the miracle of Resurrection Sunday.
We come to remember not just what was done, but who did it.
'He spoke into being the immeasurable universe, yet He notes the sparrow's fall, and hears the faintest cry. He made the galaxies, but He stooped to Bethlehem's manger. He dwells beyond the remotest galaxy, but He is no father from us than the reach of faith.'
This is God, this is Jesus. The Saviour, Redeemer, Comforter, Friend, Servant. He took down His crown, stood up from His throne in Heaven. Traded for a crown of thorns, and a rugged cross with His arms stretched out, body hung, hands and feet nailed- upon that hill at Calvary. The very place where Abraham was tested to sacrifice Isaac is the place he called 'The Lord will Provide.' This is the same place where the Father provided His Son as the sacrifice to pay for the cost of every sin, condemnation, transgression, hurt, pain, and sorrow.
What love is this? What kind of love came down to rescue? What love reaches to those who have not yet loved back? What love? The Father's love, and more.