My first post in awhile, now on the new site – but I thought I’d reblog here for some of you who haven’t made the switch 🙂 Cheers.
He is risen.
He is risen indeed.
Easter was my favorite “Jesus” day.
I mean, Christmas was nice, with presents, and with Jesus being born and all. But Easter was where the rubber met the road. Easter was where the work got done. That’s where we got saved. Before that, everything was up in the air.
Sort of. I mean, he was “God,” right? The end was never in doubt. Not for him. All the drama, all the tears, all the pain and the blood. All theatre for the masses, if you think about it.
But I digress.
Easter was the day where it was all so real. For some reason I connected with what felt in my heart like my savior in a way I did on no other day. For a number of my last years as a Christian, I led worship for our devout, evangelical church. And…
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