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In between the cross and the empty tomb...


As I have reflected on Holy Week and the activities Christians have observed this week, I found myself thankful for so much. Earlier in the week, I watched events from Jerusalem and Rome on the television, and marveled at the pomp and splendor surrounding them. People had traveled from all across the earth to participate or to observe.

Yesterday, we celebrated Good Friday as we remembered the death of our Lord on a cross. I found myself somewhat sober yesterday as I remembered the great price paid for our pardon of sins.

As I write today, it is now dark outside. I thought it must have been dark in a lot of ways for the followers of Christ. No doubt it was hard to hold on to the promises He made to them, especially since they observed his death. They knew that he was in the tomb.

On Saturday, they must have been filled with a sense of hopelessness and fear, and may have been wondering what would become of them. Because they had been seen with him, they were enemies of the state, perhaps feeling like digging a hole and crawling into it.

Tomorrow, we will celebrate that "first Easter morn" as our Lord was resurrected and triumphant! We will remember Mary finding him at the edge of the tomb....we will remember the joy as the message of His resurrection was carried to the disciples. What joy!

All fear faded, and their faith would be renewed to the point that they were now ready to die...not run away. They would carry the message of His resurrection to the known world.

Yes, Saturday must have been pretty dark for them, but when Sunday came it all vanished away. I trust that if you are suffering with fear, doubt, depression or the everyday troubles of life, that when you awake in the morning..."faith will wake up with you." God bless and Happy Easter to you!

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