I’m up early on a Saturday Morning.

I’m sitting in a corner of Panera with a bagel and chai latte.
It’s 6:30.
I woke up early with my notebook and laptop in hand, kissed my husband and snuck out before the children and the sun rose.

Driving here with only so many people on the road I thought…So this is what passion looks like.

I only ever wake up early for a few things.
A good garage sale or vacation!

I’ve always been somewhat jealous of those people who wake up early to work out!
I’ve tried to do so many times but I always find it so hard to commit to.
I never had a real passion for it.

But last night, when I thought “I am going to wake up early and escape to write”…for the first time in my life I was excited and driven.

This week is passion week and I can’t help but wonder if Jesus woke up in a similar manner.
Not excited, but driven.

In fact, I wonder how much Jesus slept the last week on earth knowing what was waiting for him in the end.
I can’t imagine the turmoil, the fear…the anguish.
I can imagine that he may have desired so much to call the angels down to rescue him; to take him away.
Yet, He kept walking towards the cross because of passion.

Webster defines passion “as suffering; a capacity of being acted on by extended agents or forces; emotion as distinguished from reason; intense drive or overmastering feeling or conviction; ardent affection.”

In our minds when we hear the word passion, most of us probably convey a love for something. I don’t think we necessarily think suffering.

Yet, thats the first definition, “as suffering.”
To desire so much for something that you are willing to suffer despite all sense of reason.

Jesus was passionate for us.
Despite all reason.
Despite the fact that we sin, that we mess up, that we fall and flail and doubt and lose the faith daily.

He was so passionate for us that He walked toward the cross.
He was carried on a donkey and praised, only to walk into a den of iniquity.
He walked into a garden to be betrayed.
He walked into a courtroom to be accused.
He walked into a palace to be handed over.
He walked toward guards to be brutally beaten, as 39 lashes scourged his back.
He walked up the hill as He carried His cross to have His hands and feet nailed, hanging on a tree like a criminal. Mocked and shamed.

His passion is what led Him. It was the unreasonable driving force…His ardent love for us….His passion.

This week, remember how much He loves you. Remember what His love bought for us.
His heart beat so violently for you until it could no longer beat anymore.

We have purpose, hope and passion because He was so passionate for us. He gave us all these things, because He was passionate about delivering us from the hands of sin and death.

The gifts and callings He has given us, He paid for on the cross.
We are not worthy of such a love.

Think about that this week as you live out the passions given to you by your Savior.

You are His Beloved,

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