(I don't really have a good name for this post)

Good Morning!! This has been a pretty great week. I'm still sick and that's no fun, but I've been reading great books, spent a lot of time with friends, and went to training for my new job!! Of course, being sick is not optimal, but it's ruined enough of my weeks this year, and I am stubbornly refusing it any more x)

Being a Christian at Easter-time means a lot of things. This is, to me, the most meaningful celebration of the year, because it represents the time that, not only did Jesus come alive again, but the way was paved for my eventual spiritual birth as well. It's a time to ponder the fact that if Jesus did not die, sacrificing all, nothing about my life would be the same. So it follows that this would be a time of rejoicing in my life, as well as a time of sorrow and realization of the great torture that was borne for me. Kinda puts you in the mood.
  My pastor has been preaching for the last few Sunday evenings on the events leading up to the Cross. On the 6th, his topic was the Garden of Gethsemane and Jesus's trial before Pilate, which I have heard and read for myself countless times. But something about the trial really came alive for me that night. I could envision it as I have never been able to before. These were real men, real words spoken. When I got home, I had to write it down before I forgot. This is what I'm presenting before you today. It may not be any good - actually, it's probably not. But it'll give you an idea of what was going on in my head, as far as I could express it with words.