I had a different post planned out for this week. But it's Easter. Well, Easter Monday in saner climes. In America, no one really cares.
In any case, Happy Easter!
I know Christmas is the big deal to everyone. But Easter is just as much of a big deal too. It's Easter!
On Saturday, I shared a viral image on Instagram that talked about the part of Easter that is often overlooked: the Saturday between Good Friday and Easter Sunday. The day after the cross, when everything was quiet and all hope was essentially gone. When it must like felt like everything had ended, even though God was STILL working. When the world thought death had won. But not quite. Because we know, with hindsight, that was not the case. So the image said if you're in the season of waiting, where God feels silent or if you're praying and don't see an answer, don't give up. What feels like a Saturday may just be the day before resurrection. God is still working, even when you can't see it. In other words, Sunday is Coming. I've written about that phenomenon here and shared it numerous time over the years. It's one of my favorite concepts, my favorite realities.
In the days leading up to Easter, as I thought of Easter and all it means to me, to us, Isaiah 9:6 kept coming to mind: For a child is born to us, a son is given to us, and the government will be on his shoulders. He will be called: Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. And not just because I LOVE Christmas but because that's what salvation has been to me—a gift. I can't imagine a life without Jesus. I can't imagine a life where I don't have that raw, unfettered access to God.
God has changed my life immeasurably, not with any material thing, but by anchoring my soul and giving me hope and peace, unimaginable. That I know, no matter what, I have joy. That eternal hope both breaks me and builds me. But it is that eternal hope. It is exactly how I survive. It is how I don't and won't give in to despair.
What a God
What a God
Love,
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