What a beautiful morning! New mercies, new life. This morning we woke up to alarms, still groggy. The sun was nowhere to be seen. Perfect! We are not too late. We rustle the kids out of bed. They know the routine; they are expecting it. We grab our bible, still in our jammies, some wrapped in blankies. We have already made coffee and have our juice packed. We pile into our van and drive. We are already beginning to see signs of daylight. We pull into the park where we have gone each year since the move. We open the bible to Mark 15, then Matthew 27, back to Mark 16, then we finish in Luke 24. We read the account of Joseph wrapping the crucified and dead Jesus in linen and laying him in the tomb. Then we read how the stone was rolled to seal the tomb and how guards stood outside the tomb around the clock to make sure no on tampered with the body. Still, before the sun rose our Savior Jesus was raised back to life by the Father. When the women (the mother of Jesus, Mary Magdelene and the other women) came to the tomb in the morning with spices, the tomb was empty. Before the sun had even had time to rise, the Son had already risen. The power in our Savior is incomparable.
We enjoy donuts, fruit, coffee and juice. We watch the sunrise and notice the signs of new life around us, remembering the new life given to us in Christ. We are joined by a group of students who also welcome the new day in silence. What a beautiful day. The clouds are low and cover the sunrise, but I love the gold shimmer peaking through the gray horizon. Even when life challenges to overcome the light, it cannot. "The light shines in the darkness, yet the darkness did not overcome it." John 1:5. We then go home to shower and attend worship service with our church family. We then meet with family over a beautiful feast that my grandmother is known for. We spend time letting the kids search for eggs and play outside. This Sunday is more beautiful than them all.
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