I found the following by Insurrection Barbie at X on Sunday…
… I told my kids a different Easter story this morning. One that I think really matters. One that reflects my journey this year. And I think it made as lasting of an impression as anything can at their age. I didn’t tell them about the event. I told them about the person. The most powerful thing about the character of Christ isn’t His miracles. It’s not even the resurrection itself. It’s that He knew exactly what was coming and went anyway. He knew about the betrayal before He sat down to dinner with Judas. He washed His betrayer’s feet anyway. He knew Peter would deny Him three times and still looked at him with love. He knew the cross was waiting and still walked toward Jerusalem, still healed people on the way, still stopped for blind Bartimaeus on the road, still wept over a city that would crucify Him within the week.
That’s the most staggering moral courage the world has ever seen. He noticed the woman no one else saw. He stopped for the man others stepped around. He sat with their grief, touched the sick, welcomed the ones who’d been told they didn’t belong. He didn’t perform acts of kindness. He WAS kindness. He forgave those who put Him on the cross. He offered a dying criminal hope. He looked after His mother. Right up to the end, His attention was on other people….
