BeyondBecky

  As Easter draws near, I find myself pausing to reflect on the Cross, not as a symbol of sorrow alone, but of a love so fierce and freeing that it rewrote the course of humanity. The Cross was never an accident. It was always the plan. A place where justice met mercy, where wrath collided with grace. It was the ultimate declaration: You are loved. You are seen. You are worth it. In a world that often measures us by performance, the Cross reminds me that it is finished. Not earned. Not deserved. Just... given. Freely. Lavishly. Eternally. It humbles me. It heals me. It holds me. “But God demonstrates His own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” — Romans 5:8 (NIV) As the Swahili hymn so beautifully says: “Msalaba ndio asili ya mema, Nikatua mzigo hapo; Nina uzima, furaha daima, Njoni kafurahini papo.” English Translation : The Cross is the fountain of every good thing; I laid my burden there. I have life, I have everlasting j...