He rises and the world changes.
I imagine myself there sometimes looking at him the way Mary Magdalene did. I watch in horror as he dies before my eyes.
I also imagine myself looking back on past Easters. I remember what the boys were doing.
Last year, everyone was in lockdown. All celebrations were on-line. I remember that my eldest, Justin, preached on Genesis and was delighted with the results of his own work.
I also remember Easter egg hunts and Easter cookies. Aidan and Jordan both had squeals of delight when they realized that there were chocolate eggs all over the house.
But this is for Easter Sunday.
And now it is Saturday of Holy Week. A time when the church keeps its silence.
Jesus' body is in the tomb. All is quiet. Solemn.
Churches light candles on this day, encouraging reflection and contemplation.
I am thinking and reflecting amidst the busyness of Saturday after a sleepover and company from Seoul.
I am thinking about how less than reflective I have been for Lent.
I repent. Once again, God forgives me for not doing enough.
We are just so blessed that God cares so much about us that he is pleased with the smallest turning towards him.
I am just so blessed that God cares for me.
You are blessed that God cares for you.
He touches us, transforms us in this moment before Easter Sunday. We are ready to celebrate.
And this community is what we should keep in mind.
Churches around the world celebrate Easter Sunday.
We are all family because we believe.
We are united because we believe.
We are changed because we believe.
I believe and I am in awe all over again.