Why Easter Makes Me Cry

I noticed something last year during our church's Easter service: I was on the verge of tears nearly the entire service. In fact, a few finally spilled out during the Benediction. I can't recall the song, but as Easter is again approaching, I recall the feeling.

Many people become emotional over Easter and for good reason, but mine is a little more complicated. I'm not sure if all mothers of sons feel this way, but ever since the birth of my son I feel such anguish over the crucifixion; I feel empathy for Mary.

I can't imagine how she must have felt: "Oh dear God, no. Please. Not MY baby boy!" But He was God's baby boy too. He was a sacrifice for sorry sinners like us. That breaks my heart and puts it into perspective for me all at the same time, because I don't love anyone on earth that much. Not to give up my baby boy, especially not for people who don't like me. But God did. Because He does. He loves us sorry sinners (even the ones that don't like Him) that much.