(*Note: This post was supposed to be up last week, but Blogger burped.)

Passionate

Covered by Your Love divine
Child of the Risen Lord.
To hear You say, "This one's mine"
My heart is spoken for. (~Mercy Me)

Happy Easter!

To my online peeps who I was talking with from Oct-Now 'o4 on, you remember that Jamal was helping me push my movie gore tolerance limits to their max in preperation for "Passion of the Christ" (incidentally, I found my tolerance was a lot higher than I expected. Sad... But I finally got to see the "Kill Bill" movies!). And, the week before Easter (Weds., day before Maundy Thursday, methinks), I saw it.

Bawled.
Without restraint.
Twice.

^_^;

But in all seriousness, it's the closest I've ever felt to my heart breaking. To hear the story is one thing, but to have a visual reference to add life to the story...my word, people, there isn't ever enough I can do in this life to live up to what happened in that movie. And to know that I don't have to, that since Jesus, in a sense, showed me up times infinity billion in the Deeds Department anyway, and that God loves me and I don't have to do stuff to earn my way in (since, like I said, Jesus beat me to it), well....

...knowing that made me cry all the harder.

Very deep.

(And for the record, I heard 1oo% of the movie. I only saw 98% of it. Heh, my tolerance is still wanting. ^_^)