My Thankfuls begin at the foot of the Cross…
The root of all my thankfuls… the ground from which they rise and and birth life. This. My list? There wouldn’t be any to add if it were not based on this truth. My truth. My faith. My Savior. On this Holy day, I will honor my God, and share His Glory. I soak in the brutal day and bathe myself in His Presence… His sacrifice… His Resurrection…His Providence. My greatest thankful begins at the foot of the cross.
Shall we go there?
New International Version (NIV)
16 The soldiers led Jesus away into the palace (that is, the Praetorium) and called together the whole company of soldiers. 17 They put a purple robe on him, then twisted together a crown of thorns and set it on him. 18 And they began to call out to him, “Hail, king of the Jews!” 19 Again and again they struck him on the head with a staff and spit on him. Falling on their knees, they paid homage to him. 20 And when they had mocked him, they took off the purple robe and put his own clothes on him. Then they led him out to crucify him.
The Crucifixion of Jesus
21 A certain man from Cyrene, Simon, the father of Alexander and Rufus, was passing by on his way in from the country, and they forced him to carry the cross. 22 They brought Jesus to the place called Golgotha (which means “the place of the skull”). 23 Then they offered him wine mixed with myrrh, but he did not take it. 24 And they crucified him. Dividing up his clothes, they cast lots to see what each would get.
25 It was nine in the morning when they crucified him. 26 The written notice of the charge against him read: the king of the jews.
There you were…
In the midst of it all.
I see you stare
In the wind
But your eyes don’t tear
Heaven’s strength from within…
As Your Glory will shine
Your Glory will live on
Your Glory will rise…
In the wind.