Dear Servant

Dear Servant,

            From the beginning of time I have been aware of the holiday you call “Easter”.  I knew the sacrifice would be needed.  I knew the place he would die.  I watched the tree he died upon grow from a seed into a mature and strong cross.  I saw the raw material for the nails dug from the ground and I watched the workman work the metal and make it strong enough to impale my son.  I saw the thorns when they were still bushes.  I saw them being braided and pushed into his scalp. The stone in front of the tomb, the scourge they beat him with and the cloth they wrapped him in were all known to me.  What you call Easter, I have never forgotten since time began.

            I also celebrate another day.  I celebrate the day you bowed down before me and asked for my son to come into your life.  You asked for forgiveness and mercy in his name.  You accepted the reality that he died and rose again and on that day you became my child.  I will never forget that day.

Your Father, I AM                                                                                  

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