He has risen.
He has risen indeed.
Clouds and earthquake accompanied His death on Friday. Did the sun blaze in the disciples’ eyes on that Saturday of despair and lost hope?
Would I have been one who stood at the cross? Or would I have mixed in with the jeering crowd hoping no one would notice I was His follower?
Then an unimaginable Sunday dawned replacing lost hope. Understanding of His new covenant dawned on them as they saw with their eyes what we accept through faith.
The fast is broken. We celebrate resurrection.
Our family rejoices in the gifts of two newborns this year. His blessing on our work. And even the favor of hardship that sculpts us into a shape more closely resembling Him.
He has risen.
He has risen indeed.