There she was in a red dress. The same color of the candles surrounding our King. The color of His blood. She was three feet tall with her hair in a braid. She approached the altar after listening to the stations of the cross and hearing Jesus’ sacrifice expressed in words. Walking around the end of the cross, the little girl knelt down and kissed Jesus on His right cheek. She popped back up and walked to the other side. Kneeling down a second time, she kissed Him on His left cheek and gently touched His head, smiling into His eyes.
This child has inspired me tonight. She inspired me to approach Christ with confidence. To go up to His beaten and torn body with warmth in my heart and love in my eyes. She inspired me to love Him.
This Good Friday, we suffer with Christ. We make His death worth every second by being with Him. Stay with Him.