Oceans For Emotions: Personal sacrifice
By By Elaine Wheat
April 6, 2012 at midnight
Updated April 5, 2012 at 11:06 p.m.
Editor's Note: This is an anniversary article that I publish each Saturday of the Easter weekend. How sad Jesus' early followers must have felt as he lay in the grave after being crucified on Friday. How glad they must have felt on Sunday when they found that their Lord has risen. That is why we celebrate, "Happy Easter."
"The Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all."
One day, I caught just one big 24-inch redfish. I iced him down, brought him home, filleted him, fried him and ate him for supper. It was horrible. It was too personal.
Usually, I don't have just one fish to fry. Usually, I freeze a bunch of fish, wait until company comes and cook them all together. The fish lose all their identity that way. But today, eating that one big Red was way too personal.
I didn't know I would feel this way until I took my first hot, crispy bite of him. I instantly remembered how he bit early this morning. As I raised the fork to my mouth, I recalled how he had come toward me and took the bait. When I put the bite in my mouth, all I could feel was how, just hours before, I had set the hook in his mouth and the struggle that ensued.
While staring at the fillet on my plate, I reflected on how he had looked lying there on the beach, black eyes and spots staring sorrowfully at me. I like dining with a friend, but I sure don't like dining off a friend. Yes, this was way too personal.
At this Lenten season, this fish story reminded me of the sacrifice our Savior made for me. I can almost fathom the concept "that God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son" so we would not perish from our sins.
But, to reach the depth to believe that if I, Elaine Wheat, was the only person who had ever sinned, my Lord would still have suffered, died and been buried just for me. That is way too personal. Even so, that is the way I must accept the sacrifice - personally.
Dear Lord, thank you for the one, big redfish to remind me: "My sin, my sin, my Savior; how hard it falls on Thee. Harder than the heavy cross, You bore on Calvary." Thank You, Christ, for rising again. It makes you "My Forever" Friend and Saviour.