Easter

What a day we have today. Christ is risen.

Christ is risen.

Oh, Lord Jesus, how you have bore the cross, despising its shame for the joy set before you. Oh, Savior, how you have done all things to bring us to yourself. I’ve tasted and seen, Jesus and I have found that you are good. That you are the best there is. What a joy we have this morn! We celebrate the resurrected one. How can our hearts not be overwhelmed? How can we not sing and dance? Lord, I think of what this day must have meant two thousand years ago. Tell me Jesus, what did it mean to the women who came to the tomb and saw you. What it did it mean Thomas when you placed his hand in your side? What did it mean to Peter Lord? Peter is on my heart this morning. I just imagine. Fishing-I don’t know what he was feeling. Guilt. Shame. Crushed. Lost. Despair. Fear. Longing. Longing for you Jesus. For you to return. To have responded differently on that terrible day you were crucified. To have stayed with you to the end. And he looks up when John says something that he doesn’t dare to hope is true. He sees you. What a rush must have come over peter. I can’t imagine the joy. The relief. The love. The peace. The knowledge that everything has been made right. The understanding that he will NEVER be apart from you again because death has lost its power. The grave has lost its sting. He jumps into the water and starts to swim. He can’t wait another minute. He’s running to you as fast as he can. God give us that same urge to run toward our love with everything in us.