I'm not a huge crier, but one thing that always gets to me is a movie that displays the ultimate rescue. 

This can look like the parent swooping in and rescuing their child from danger.

Someone taking a bullet for someone else. 

The object that someone needs to survive coming exactly in the moment they need it most.

The helpless person being helped but an unlikely source. 

These moments pull at my heart and make me want to be better. They make me question if I would put down my pride or selfishness to help someone, even a total stranger. 

The other day at work I had this sort of morbid thought, what if someone showed up and started shooting at all these precious kids. What would I do? 

And in that moment I knew that without a doubt I would step in front of a bullet for anyone of those kids. It was a crazy thought, all in a second I saw how it could all play out, Marcus knowing and understanding what I had done and being proud of me. I felt like I had a new understanding of the precious life that is in each child. 

So on today, Good Friday, I've been thinking of the verse 

...the son of man must be lifted up, that everyone who believes in him may have eternal life. For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him. John 3: 14-17

The fact is that Jesus willingly died so that all man kind can live. Live in fullness, satisfied and content, in a way otherwise unknown without Christ. It is a gift that I don't think I will ever fully understand. I felt like I had a pin sized amount of understanding when thinking of the kids at work and how I would do anything so that they could live another day. 

How much greater is this desire for our freedom and life when it comes from the one who created us? 

I hope I never loose the awe or wonder of this ultimate sacrifice. 

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