I want to write something profound about Easter. And I find myself without words. Or phrases. Or images that could possible convey even a tiny bit of the power of that day. The words seem thin when compared to the sacrifice. The sentences feel flat when compared to the glory.
And the only clear thought I really have is that Good Friday was mostly just good for us. For Jesus, the Son of Man, it was a very, very bad day.
And yet, He endured. The Bible says he endured the torture and the death for the joy set before Him. And, even that was good for us. We are part of His joy.
There are no words for that. I simply can’t write my gratitude. But, maybe I can live it.
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Thanks, Eleanor. 🙂
This morning on the way to school the boys and I heard Carman’s old song, “Sunday’s On the Way”. I’m pretty sure they were embarrassed by my dancing.
I wish I could have seen that, Seren!
Your right Kathy, there are no words.
Then how come you do such a good job expressing it with “no words”?
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Thanks, Andrea. Wish we were tying on our Easter bonnets and sharing a pew this Sunday 🙂