Easter Sunday I posted a scripture out of Matthew that accounts for one of my absolute favorite moments in the Bible – the moment that veil was torn.

Now y’all, I’m not a Biblical scholar – just a girl that loves Jesus with her whole heart – and I won’t get into an argument about the exact height and width of the veil. But I can say this without a doubt, fabric of that magnitude doesn’t just rip. It was a sheer miracle.

No pun intended.

Check out Hebrews 9 to really dig into exactly what this means for us.

Jesus died.

For me.

For you.

And when He did He became our way to the Holy of Holies. Before that infamous rip little ol’ me and little ol’ you weren’t getting a backstage pass. We weren’t good enough. We still aren’t – but Jesus is.

And He is standing in the gap for you and me.

Get excited.

Get to Jesus.

Because you GET to.

“But into the second went the high priest alone once every year, not without blood, which he offered for himself, and for the errors of the people,” Hebrews 9:7

“At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook, the rocks split,” Matthew 27:51