Yesterday was Good Friday, and last night I watched The Passion of the Christ again.
I’ve seen it before. I know the story. But every time I watch it, it feels different. The suffering Jesus went through is honestly hard to take in. And yet what I was only watching, He was living. Every whip, every blow, He endured. He endured it all — the physical pain, the injustice, the humiliation, and the weight of it all.
And while I was watching, a thought kept coming back to me.
I think sometimes we’ve gotten used to it.
We know Jesus died for us. We believe it. But if we’re honest, it can slowly become something we almost expect. Something we hear so often that it doesn’t hit as deeply as it should.
But watching it again yesterday, it didn’t feel small at all. It didn’t feel ordinary. If anything, it made me realize the opposite.
What He went through wasn’t something casual. It wasn’t something we’re entitled to.
It was everything.
And it made me think about what that should mean for how we live.
Because if someone gives everything for you — not just words, but their life — it should change something in you. Not out of guilt or pressure, but out of something deeper. Gratitude. Love. A desire to honor what was done for you.
And the simplest way I can put what I felt is this:
We should do better.
Not perfectly, but intentionally.
In how we live. In how we treat people. In the choices we make when no one is watching.
If the cross is real — and it is — then it’s not just something we believe. It’s something we respond to, every single day.
Wishing you a Blessed Easter ❤️ ✝️