Unbroken

So lately I have been just so humbled by listening to everyone's view on their Easter weekend. I don't really consider myself an emotional person so its difficult when I hear about the incredible sacrifice that my savior gave so that I can live freely. How does that not break me and bring me to my knees? I often feel ashamed that I can not feel the weight of the meaning of Easter. I feel ashamed that nothing emotional overflows from the knowledge of who my God is and what He has done for me. Why does the thought of nails the size of railroad spikes being driven though the arms and feet of a guiltless man not cause me to weep? Why does the realization that a human body that embodied the Creator of the universe coming back to life after being dead for three days not cause me to shout for joy? It seems to me that even from the most emotionless person should flow some sort of feeling from these insanely incredible miracles. The word of God tells us that even the deamons tremble at the sound of the name of Jesus. If they are trembling, why not I?

Today I am broken. I am broken that my stagnant emotion remains unbroken.

God I pray that I am broken for the fact that your body was broken and that I shed tears for the blood that was shed to cover my wretched sinful nature.