Shadows shrouded the garden in the wee hours of morning. There were hesitant footsteps on the way to a tomb. Voices whispered in the dewy morning, sorrowful, yet determined to perform this last act of honor. Then fear at the sight of angels in the tomb, and finally a quiet voice, "Mary."
In the uncertain gloom of a dingy house, men were gathered pondering the strange happenings. In startled amazement, they saw their Leader appear among them. One, in doubt, demanded to see the imprints of nails in order to believe He was real. Then came the cry of wonder, "My Lord and my God!"
Along the Emmaus Road, two walked together, speaking of all that had happened. In sorrow, they pondered what the future held. They welcomed a stranger who wished to travel with them. As they sat together to eat, the Stranger blessed the humble meal, and the two looked at each other, eyes bright in recognition. "Did our heart not burn within us?"
The story of Easter is just as relevant today as it was many years ago. Sometimes, we, too, feel all hope is gone. We struggle to believe, and sometimes don't recognize the very One we long for as He waits for us to see His plan for our lives.
Shadows rise before us, sorrow makes the way we travel look unbearably dark. Perhaps it is the loss of a loved one, the disappointment of a shattered dream, or the disaster of a broken relationship. None of our despair is lost upon the Savior as He waits for us to look to Him. And in the stillness of our despair He speaks my name. He speaks yours. And in the sound of that gentle voice, Hope once more springs to life.
In the gloom of our own doubts and fears, we may wonder if it is even possible to believe. Can we have faith that the gift of Saving Blood was for me, personally? Often we find through the words of a song or the faithful lines of the Bible, a nail-scarred hand is presented to us, and we find the courage to believe, crying out in shame at our doubtfulness and wonder at His love, "My Lord and my God!"
We walk together as Brothers and Sisters, pondering often what the future will hold. We search for direction, and beg that our hearts be united in spirit. So many times as we sit together, there comes a moment, a stillness about us, and we know. We know He is there, the future is not hopeless, and we gaze at one another in awe, for have our hearts not burned within us?
This Easter, may we again thank and praise our Father for a love that allowed His spotless Son to become the sacrifice for a hopeless people. May we rejoice at the wonder of an open tomb, reach for His hand and feel the wound that we may grasp the wonder of the story, and feel our spirits burn within as we attend the morning worship where hearts unite in awe at the sacrifice that allows Love a place to live today, and every day until our King returns.
Wishing you each the Love and Wonder of Easter!
In the uncertain gloom of a dingy house, men were gathered pondering the strange happenings. In startled amazement, they saw their Leader appear among them. One, in doubt, demanded to see the imprints of nails in order to believe He was real. Then came the cry of wonder, "My Lord and my God!"
Along the Emmaus Road, two walked together, speaking of all that had happened. In sorrow, they pondered what the future held. They welcomed a stranger who wished to travel with them. As they sat together to eat, the Stranger blessed the humble meal, and the two looked at each other, eyes bright in recognition. "Did our heart not burn within us?"
The story of Easter is just as relevant today as it was many years ago. Sometimes, we, too, feel all hope is gone. We struggle to believe, and sometimes don't recognize the very One we long for as He waits for us to see His plan for our lives.
Shadows rise before us, sorrow makes the way we travel look unbearably dark. Perhaps it is the loss of a loved one, the disappointment of a shattered dream, or the disaster of a broken relationship. None of our despair is lost upon the Savior as He waits for us to look to Him. And in the stillness of our despair He speaks my name. He speaks yours. And in the sound of that gentle voice, Hope once more springs to life.
In the gloom of our own doubts and fears, we may wonder if it is even possible to believe. Can we have faith that the gift of Saving Blood was for me, personally? Often we find through the words of a song or the faithful lines of the Bible, a nail-scarred hand is presented to us, and we find the courage to believe, crying out in shame at our doubtfulness and wonder at His love, "My Lord and my God!"
We walk together as Brothers and Sisters, pondering often what the future will hold. We search for direction, and beg that our hearts be united in spirit. So many times as we sit together, there comes a moment, a stillness about us, and we know. We know He is there, the future is not hopeless, and we gaze at one another in awe, for have our hearts not burned within us?
This Easter, may we again thank and praise our Father for a love that allowed His spotless Son to become the sacrifice for a hopeless people. May we rejoice at the wonder of an open tomb, reach for His hand and feel the wound that we may grasp the wonder of the story, and feel our spirits burn within as we attend the morning worship where hearts unite in awe at the sacrifice that allows Love a place to live today, and every day until our King returns.
Wishing you each the Love and Wonder of Easter!
Happy Easter to you! Love this writing. Sharon F.
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