There was a time when I would say I believed in the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus. I understood it, at least in words. I accepted it as truth in my mind.
But there is a difference between saying you believe… and actually receiving it.
This journey—my own “slow path” to Jesus—has been about that very shift. Like walking through fresh snow, each step has been intentional, sometimes uncertain, but always leaving a mark. Quiet. Personal. Real.
If I’m being honest, I still struggle to fully grasp the weight of what was done on the cross. In my human understanding, how could I? How can I truly comprehend the magnitude of a sacrifice that bridges eternity?
At first, I knew Jesus as a messenger from God. That made sense to me. A teacher. A guide. Someone sent to show us a better way.
But calling Him the Messiah—that took time.
I used to question: Why worship Jesus when God, the Creator of everything, is the one who made it all?
And yet, as I’ve continued on this path, something deeper has been revealed.
As human beings, we are limited—not just in knowledge, but in our ability to understand divine love, eternal purpose, and the fullness of God’s will. Left to ourselves, we reach… but we don’t quite arrive.
So God did something extraordinary.
He came closer.
He sent Jesus—not just as a messenger, but as love in action. As sacrifice made visible. As a bridge between what we cannot understand and what we were created for.
“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.”
—John 3:16
Jesus didn’t just tell us about love—He lived it.
He didn’t just speak of service—He embodied it.
He didn’t just point to God—He remained faithful to Him, even unto death.
In Him, we were given a living example—a real, tangible way to see what we could not discover on our own.
I’m beginning to understand now… not fully, but more deeply.
Easter is not just a story to acknowledge. It is a reality to receive.
It means that on our own, we could not fully grasp our eternal existence… so God made a way.
It means that what we could not fulfill, Jesus fulfilled.
It means that this life, as real as it feels, is only a moment compared to what is forever.
“He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on Him, and by His wounds we are healed.”
—Isaiah 53:5
To many, this may sound familiar. Something already known.
But for me, this is not repetition—it’s revelation.
This is me aligning my spirit with something that was freely given… but not fully received until now.
And now I can say it differently.
Not just that I believe…
…but that I am beginning to live in that belief.
Because of Jesus, I understand that my time here is temporary…
but my life is eternal.
Thank You, Jesus.
Closing Prayer
Lord,
I may never fully understand the depth of what You have done, but I thank You for drawing me closer to it. Thank You for sending Jesus—for showing me love I could not define, grace I could not earn, and a path I could not find on my own. Help me not just to believe with my mind, but to receive with my heart and live it out in my life. Let this Easter not be something I remember, but something that transforms me.
In Jesus’ name,
Amen.
