Glorious Day

I can't help but write which means I have words on my heart. What a glorious day! Easter. Easter. Easter. Maybe we should rename it Resurrection Day so there won't be any confusion with bunnies, chocolates, ham, and hunts. Resurrection Day--I like the sound of that. More so I like the thought that there will be a larger Resurrection Day at some point in the future.

A rolled stone no longer blocks the path of a risen Lord. What happened to the Roman guards at the tomb? Where did they flee? Approach is everything. The women tiptoed in sorrow, of course, to pay their respects, perhaps to really see. And see they did! Their eyes were opened in belief. Like a movie reel spinning before them--they began to connect the dots of words spoken in love but seeming delusion. There was no mistaking those words now, Yesua was gone. Missing but not stolen. As someone familar appears--go and tell the others AND Peter. Really? Are you seeing what I am seeing? Really?

Run, run, run faster, you are almost there. He was not a liar, what he said was true, and Peter he asked for you--for you specifically--like he wanted to say something particular, like you needed to hear it more than the rest of us. He asked for me? But I failed him, multiply times, I don't deserve his asking, maybe he doesn't know what I've done, maybe he will forgive me if I ask. Hurry!!! Wait for us Peter!

Sheer hope. This morning I was as defeated as defeated could be--I am not even sure I wanted to live but now HE IS ALIVE!! Now life is worth something. Now I can be forgiven. Now I can live.