HE IS RISEN

Easter, it's such a wonderful, colorful, hopeful holiday, a glorious pageant filled with celebration and song, family dinners and chocolate bunnies. And so much more. What other holiday gives us the hope of forgiveness, new beginnings and life after death? Not just a recycling here on Earth, where we have to keep coming back in different body and trying to get it right, but the happy ending of our own life where we're restored to the good relationship we were always meant to have with God and living in an eternity with no more tears and no more pain.
Yes, I know, some people don't believe in God. I don't happen to be one of them. I had a friend once who told me she couldn't believe in God unless I showed Him to her. Well, I couldn't, no more than I could show her the wind or electricity. I believe in wind and electricity because I've seen what they can do. And I believe in God because I've seen what He can do. He can make things right and heal hurting hearts. He cared enough for his rebellious creation to break off a piece of himself and put it in human flesh, then become the ultimate sacrifice that paid for that rebellion.
For me, Easter is Jesus, done suffering, risen from the dead, the son of God, the Lord and Savior. Thanks to Him, I have hope of seeing my loved ones again someday, of seeing our handicapped daughter who we lost two years ago finally healed and whole.
Mind you, I'm not in a hurry to die. That trip still feels like a scary one. But the good news is, I have an awesome destination.