A beautifully quiet Easter morning…
The world goes on not remembering what we celebrate—on purpose!
Because if they remembered, they might have to think about their choices. Today reminds us of the proof that Jesus was not crazy, demented, or insignificant. Today we remember the proof of his Lordship, the vindication of his ministry, the result of his suffering. Two days earlier he was dreading it so bad he was sweating blood—so upset the capillaries were bursting and blood was oozing out the pores.
But then he’s alive and the first people he tells to go bear witness are not legally allowed to bear witness—women. What a guy! Sometimes I wonder if the church even has a clue any more.