I am overcome with emotion today. I had the first few quiet moments in weeks today. A few stolen minutes to think and reflect, but now the tears will not stop flowing from my eyes. I seem to be experiencing Easter a day late today. We had the eggs, the church service, the meal yesterday, but today I sought the face of God. The God who allowed his son to be sacrificed for me, and the son who lovingly went to the cross to pay the price. As I try to wrap my earthly brain around this, the only way I can attempt to, is by relating it to my life. I too have lost a son, but if I had been able to save him, I would have at all costs. I could not have turned my face and allowed him to die. I cannot fathom the horror. Not only did Jesus die, but in such a brutal manner, for a crime he did not commit. He experienced pain, far worse than delivering a child who is still. His death, surrounded by hate, was done in love for me, and for you. Such powerful love.
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After the horror, his body was buried in a tomb. I remember the world became silent after Koen was buried. I didn't hear outside noises in my grief. I imagine those two women felt the same as the walked towards the tomb. The tomb was empty. The story line had changed. Death did not hold him. He is risen.
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Then Jesus appears, and Mary Magdalene recognizes his face. The power of the grave had no hold on him. Who the son sets free, is free indeed. How often Jesus has appeared to me, I recognized his face, and he changes the story of my life. He can do the same for you. He is risen.
I wonder, do you know him?
Ask me more about it and I would love to share. I ask me more about Jesus, I'd love to share that even more.)