Wow... it was around this time one year ago...Easter weekend. Around that time, I had been burdened with responsibilities coming from all over the place, and it was that weekend that i just couldn't handle it anymore. I broke. Every morning that week i woke up only to ask myself why i was taking on all the responsibilites that i had on plate, and why i put up with going through the routines of each day. Don't get me wrong, i wasn't suicidal or anything. Not at all. It's just that i wished i was with Jesus already, where i could just sit in his presence and soak in his glory, not worry about things like serving and such.

It was on that Easter Sunday, as we sang the song "Once Again" for the adult congregation. But as i stood up there, i once again had to "wonder at this gift of life". How could I complain about the burdens of serving our God, who without complaint took on the burdens of being hated, conspired against, lynched, mocked, spit on, stripped, and crucified, just so that I could have this life. I was serioulsy in that place, not once again, but for the first time.... the first time I truly realized the suffering He put up for us. How dare we ever complain about this life and the privelage to serve, a life so prescious that it took the life of our King.