You

Who are you?
What defines you?
It seems to me that guys in particular define each other by what they do. Their job, their career.
But go deeper than that, and gaze into the mirror of your soul.
What makes you tick?
When you peel off the layers, what is left?
When all that's left is the soft center, what does it look like?
Under the fashion, the facade, the social niceties, the mask.
It might not be too pretty, but then again it might be pure gold.
What's hidden inside might only be an embryo, the beginnings of greatness.
It might be more mature, having had years to develop.
It might seem to be like a teenager—all legs and arms, and not much coordination.
Or it may be more like a finely aged wine or a well-oiled machine, in the peak of its perfection.

Who is this you down inside?

Whoever you are, this Easter remember that as Jesus was telling His disciples that He was about to die, He said: “This is for you. I'm doing it for you.”
Whatever that you looks like.
However mixed up or awesome that you is.
Jesus was thinking of all the yous in the universe.
He knew the range of yous that will exist over the ages.
The ones that think they are too messed up. The ones that think they are too good.

This...
is for you.
The you only you know exists, down inside.
The you buried so deeply even you don't know what it looks like.

This...
is for you.

Take it.
Receive it.
Let it affect you.
Let it permeate you.
Let it change you.
Let it take the blueprint, the framework, the outline, and fill in all the missing parts.
Let it cut like a surgeon's scalpel.
Let it shape like a sculptor's hands.
Let it bring out the luster and fire of a diamond in the hands of a master gem cutter.

Let HIM into YOU.