My dad is turning 90 this week. 9-0.
He lives alone after
the death of my Mom six years ago; and 90 was a number I never expected
my Dad to ever see. He grieved for years after Mom died and I honestly
thought her death would be the death of him as well.
He raised us kids
attending the Seventh-day Adventist Church in downtown Dallas and only
allowed us to attend Adventist church schools....no public school for
his kids. He himself had grown up an Adventist and was determined to
raise us the same.
He worked nights and Mom
worked days as a warehouse worker for Sears so they could afford to send
us three kids to church school. They never thought twice about doing
what must be done in order for their children to have a solid
foundation. It never entered their minds they had an option.
It's called "Sacrifice".
As Christians, do we fully understand what this word really means? Webster's defines it this way, "An act of giving up something VALUED for the sake of something else regarded as MORE important or worthy."
It's hard to hear the word Sacrifice and not remember the work Christ
did for us 2000 years ago....the very thing that solidified our
foundation so we could have a future beyond this life.
This weekend, my siblings
and I will be celebrating our Dad's 90th birthday by showing up at the
church he and Mom raised us in. The very church they sold their beloved
wedding rings for to help pay for a school so their children would have
a firm foundation. And as
we slowly move towards the anniversary of this sacrifice called Easter,
I pray we remember the sacrifice Christ made for each of us on that
tree so many years ago...where every drop of blood that spilled from His
body had a name on it....including yours.
What is the sacrifice we have made for Him?
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