Jesus

It is a really good thing that Jesus loved me first, in order that I might be able to love Him. Today is Good Friday, the day I should be thinking about Him all day long. The day that I should weep tears of sorrow that my crap put Him on the cross. The day that I should shout from the rooftops that HE is the only way, truth and life. That no one can enter heaven except by Him. That He is the one true God by which everything lives and moves and has its being. But my affections are fickle and my attention was hardly on Him today. I thought about myself a lot today. And my child and husband. And how many dishes were piled up in my sink. And how much I dislike Friday at noon because it's when the mosques all around us broadcast an hour of preaching and singing the Qu'ran. And so today, I crawled in bed, pulled the covers over my head and took a nap. And today when we prayed before meals, thanking Him for the cross was an afterthought. Someone observing our lives today would have told you that there was nothing special about today--just same ole same ole. Jesus, you deserve better than this.