We arrived in India the Friday before Easter, and traveled on the Saturday before Easter to the site where we that Saturday. We arrived, spent most of our Saturday fighting 10 hours of jetlag and trying to not fall asleep in the middle of the day, relatively unsuccessfully.
When we made it to church on Easter Sunday, I realized that I get a chance to live an incredible life, and spending Easter in India really wasn’t a bad card to get dealt in life. While most people would be celebrating Jesus with their families, candy, and Easter dinner, I spent it with 20 of my closest friends, in Bangalore, India, and sharing a worship service with people in a country known for persecuting Christians was something that left me in awe.
I sat in service and realized the incredible privilege I count my life, each and every day. We worshiped in English, listened to a message that I understood, and realized that Jesus blesses me each step along the way. The World Race has reminded me that I got the incredible blessing of my lives, of Jesus and the sacrifice He made so that I can live for Him. Jesus is the most incredible gift I ever got. I want to do everything I can do to make him known to the rest of the world, particularly the hostile world.
The older I get, the more meaning Easter has for me. It brings me to tears to think about the sacrifice that Jesus made for me on Calvary; it brings me to my knees to ever begin to consider that I am trying to live a life worthy of the greatest sacrifice that was ever made. I know that nothing I ever do will come close to the sacrifice that Jesus made for me.
Like Paul says, I am an unworthy servant of the most High King. I don’t know that I always count the blessing that it is to live this life, to spend my life pursing Jesus, and to get a chance to take the saving message of the gospel to the nations around the world.
