Saturday, April 19, 2014


It is Friday. Darkness closes in. He says, "It is finished." We believe him. Not remembering the promises he gave us. Unable to comprehend the joy awaiting us.

It is Saturday. We see a closed tomb. Death and silence. Grief takes hold. The darkness stays. Settles into our souls. We think it will last forever, not knowing how close we are to joy and love and bliss.

It is Sunday. The stone is rolled away. We celebrate. We rejoice. Life and love and forgiveness and a fresh start and a clean slate. 
We are the easter people
It is Easter. It is life, too.

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