Here is what I love about Easter – the promise that all things will be made new.
There are things in this world that are horrifically broken and messed up. Sin hurts. It overwhelms me sometimes to think of all the sadness, injustice, pain, grief.
There are things in me that are horrifically broken and messed up. My sin hurts others. It overwhelms me sometimes to think of how my selfishness, impatience, anger, laziness, and impatience hurt my husband, kids, friends.
On Easter morning I can barely speak for the tears in my eyes and the hope in my heart. The resurrection of Jesus is the promise that death is not the end of the story, all things will be made new.
As our Easter Sunday full of worship and friends and fun wound to a close we loaded up in our van in search of a hike.
The new green on the trees shimmered around us.
Wild flowers bloomed beautiful even with no one to see.
We stretched our legs and filled our lungs. Boys put bare feet in a cold running creek.
I sat and watched the sun filter through the leaves and thought of Mary beside the tomb that first Easter morning. I always wished that I could have been with her. What a wonder to hear Jesus speak your name. What joy she must have felt at being known, and knowing that he was alive!
That is of course the promise of the resurrection. One day I will stand before Jesus and he will tenderly speak my name. And all will be made new…