This week we tackled the Crucifixion scene. I asked my son if he would play the sacrificial role in the Story of God. He said yes. He believed it was what he was ‘given’ to do. So this week we would actually do it. I spent hours thinking about how it would be done, and some of my thoughts were about how could I make sure that Elec wasn’t in pain or completely humiliated by too little costuming….and then as I recognized my natural thoughts as a mother I fell into worship of our Father who asked his son to play the sacrificial role in the Story of God. He said yes. God planned it all before the world began- and his thoughts were not to protect him from the pain and the naked humiliation, but instead to ask him to take it all. And he said yes.

I am not that brave, and I am in awe of the One who was and is. Jesus said yes. I am moved by all that Elec is saying yes to at 13 years old, and I am deeply thankful for the complete sacrifice of Jesus once and for all.

I am forever thankful for this chance to literally take on the Story of God, to lay the full weight of our family onto it- in every way. To be swallowed up by this Story; to speak it, sing it, dance it, talk it, live it, study it…all day- every day. This Story is so worthy. In other seasons of life, we have given this much energy to things so much less worthy- God’s Story deserves this and so much more.

So I am glad for my son to play the sacrificial role in the Story of God. I am glad for his chance to meditate on the One who gave it all up for him- and all of us.