So, what’s up with Easter?


Oh look it’s almost public holiday time again! (And the crowd goes wild) And if there is one thing we love in good ol SA, it’s a public holiday. Finally, something we can all agree on! What’s this one about now again? National Siblings Day? Braai Day? Edgars Red Hanger Sale Day? We’ll take it! Gimme 2! Let’s make this thing a long weekend affair. Okay, I digress much…

Let’s start at the top… this weekend we celebrate Easter! A time of the year that is very close to my heart. South Africans associate Easter with chocolates, rabbits, pickled fish, hot cross buns and, oh hey, maybe we’ll go to church. But what’s the big deal anyways and why do we get time off from work to celebrate days like “Good Friday” and “Easter Monday”?

Can I just start this off by saying that rabbits do not lay eggs, so whoever came up with that analogy needs to get their head read. Okay now that that’s out of the way…

I love Easter. I celebrate it because I believe that it is a time for us to reflect on and celebrate the life of Jesus Christ and the fact that He actually, really did die on the cross for us a couple of years ago.

I know that the very idea of someone like Jesus being alive, on earth, as God, seems a bit far fetched – and I get that. But I think that it was totally genius of God to come meet with us, on Earth, in human form. I mean, think about our brain capacities, as human beings – human form was the only way that we would be able to relate to Him. I mean, really, if Jesus was an E.T. looking alien, how well would we have responded to him?! (Hello NASA.) Or if God came to meet with us as a giant unicorn or a ball of fire or a massive winged angel, would we be able to understand the sacrifice of life that was made on the cross? It was clever. He is a clever God.

Anyways, so this Jesus was born, as a normal human being and grew up as a (guess what) normal human being, with brothers and sisters and parents. As he grew older people were instantly drawn to him. Philosophers and wise men spoke of this Jesus and his teachings. People could not understand his talks of a God who loved them unconditionally – back then they had to sacrifice their babies on altars of fire to get recognition from their “gods”. And here comes this man saying that all they need to do is open their hearts. I’ve heard of amazing ancient history books (not the Bible) documenting the life of this Jesus. He is there, in the books. Soldiers reported about Him, in their log books, saying that the stuff he and his followers were saying, caused an uprising among the people (who all worshiped rocks and metals back then) So eventually they found reason to arrest Jesus and the dude in charge couldn’t decide of he should be punished (because all he was doing was talking; but, gathering a crowd who was not hailing whoever was in charge, was frowned upon back then surely), so the public took it on themselves (think: mob justice) to do something about it. Passion-of-the-Christ

They really beat Jesus something terrible. whipped Him, mocked Him, spat on Him and taunted Him. The whip that was used, called a flagrum, consisted of braided leather thongs with metal balls and pieces of sharp bone woven into or intertwined with the braids. The balls added weight to the whip, causing deep bruising and contusions as the victim was struck.  This beating was so severe that at times victims would not survive it in order to go on to be crucified.

Those who were flogged would often go into hypovolemic shock, a term that refers to low blood volume. In other words, the person would have lost so much blood he would go into shock. There is evidence from Scripture that Jesus experienced hypovolemic shock as a result of being flogged. This explains why, after Jesus died and a Roman soldier thrust a spear through Jesus’ side (probably His right side, piercing both the lungs and the heart), blood and water came from His side just as John recorded in his Gospel. (John 19:34)

Anyways, he died. They put him in a tomb and had guards surround the tomb, because Jesus had spoken of his death and said that he would rise again in 3 days (I mean, he knew they were going to kill him. Hello, bells should be going off). Days later, he rose from the dead. The guards ran away in terror. What does all of this even mean?

Here’s what it means: God loved us all so much that He took on human form to come and mingle with us locals. He knew that if we were left to our own devices, there would be no way we would ever be able to have a relationship with Him, because He is pure and perfect and we are not. He needed to establish a way for us to be close to Him. He was always aware of the fact that we would probably crucify Him. But it had to be done to create a way for our imperfectness to be blotted out, so that we could become close with God. Jesus became our scapegoat, so to say. I also love that Jesus referred to God as his “Father”, thus giving us a way to relate to God… as our Father. Isn’t it beautiful that the God who actually made everything – like the whole Universe – wants us to know Him as a Father?

Anyways, this supernatural fact is what makes Easter such a supernatural period and a special time for me. This is what its all about maaaan! God is alive and He is real. This is what love looks like. This is love. Beat that easter bunny!

How to be sad without being sad 101

Hi guys, okay I can finally blog … its a bit weirdish tho, coz its not allowing me to make paragraphs proply.  So now it looks like Im rattling off. Which I maybe am. But thats not the point here :) Herewith, please find my “Monday Update on a Tuesday” attached…

Okay, let me begin at the beginning. This has been a very emotional week for me. Early last week, I found out that my cousin and his wife (who happens to be a good friend of mine) lost their baby, Logan Allan, after being in mommys oven for only 6 months. He was born prematurely, and his tiny little body was just not strong enough. I had also then learnt some very … uhm… unexpected news from another family member. AND my grandmother, who has been sickly, has taken a turn for the worst.

On Tuesday, I sat at my desk and cried secretly. (Coz, hello, people cant see me, Luchae Gie, crying. I dont roll like that.) I really felt overwhelmed by all the sadness and was so ready for Jesus to come and take me to heaven. Id rather be there, than on this earth filled with sadness, loss and hurt. I tried to remind myself about my Daddy Gods love and His plan for the future. But it was hard.

Anyways, Wednesday was Jesus Culture day! Our church was the host venue for this famous christian band, and I was very excited! I left work a few hours early to stand in the line… very expectant that God was going to move. I just needed SOMETHING… anything. I needed to hear from Him and for Him to tell me that everything’s going to be okay.

Jesus Culture was amazing! Anointed speakers and such an anointed worship team. So while we were in worship I had an encounter with God that made me go WOOWWWWWWW… God showed me His love for all of us… it was so thick and warm and full and it was immovable and steady and unconditional. It made me feel warm and like I was covered by a thick blanket, but not in an uncomfortable way. I just started laughing, coz in that moment, this love… this UNCONDITIONAL love made me feel like I had just won the lotto or something haha and I laughed at how ridiculous it was for God to love me that way, when I don’t deserve it… but He does anyways. I was awestruck.

Scott Thompson, the Pastor of Bethel, Atlanta, prophesied peace and joy over me. And let me tell you, I havent stopped laughing. I have these random outbursts while Im at my desk, or in my car. People probably think Im crazy. And they are right. Anyways, in that moment, God had showed me that He is for us and not against us. And regardless of the decisions we make that may or may not affect our lives in a negative way, He is STILL for us.

He will take that negative decision and turn it into a positive outcome. And He will take that negative situation, and make it work together for our good. Where hope seems lost, He is there, because He is the Father of Hope! Nothing flops when He is in the centre of it! #FACT Its really difficult to be sad, even though you REALLY want to, when you know that everythings going to be okay :) Thanks alot Dad.

Psalm 32:7 “Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble.”

I’m a writer, because I write

Hello friendly friends :)

Okay, the title of todays post was something I read in one of the many blogs I follow.
I found it very inspiring and it kinda challenged me… hence this post.

I would like to call myself a writer… not that I write much. So I’ve kinda just let myself feel content with thinking that I’m not really a writer. I mean, I dont have a hot selling published book. Heck, I dont even have a NOT selling published book. And if I want to top that one: I dont even have a book in the pipeline!

But when I read the words: “I’m a writer, because I write”
I was like… wait a minute, that makes sense…

Being a writer… being an ANYTHING… would require you to START. If I want to be a singer, it would mean that I sing. If I am a horse rider, it means that I actually go out and ride horses. And If I am a writer, it would mean that I write stuff. These things donot require me to have some sort of a social status.. the monetary value and popularity of my works do not add or take away from them… all it needs is DOING. And my lack thereof, would lessen the truth in the title. With that said: I am many things *big grin*.

So today, let me introduce myself to you:
Luchae Gie – Singer, Writer, Events Coordinater, Lover of Cheese, Financial Planner, Guitarist, Novelist, Stand Up Comedian, and Diva
Pleased to meet you :)

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