I know my redeemer lives. They came to the tomb that morning, and it was empty - which must have been terrifying at first. Jesus began appearing to His friends and followers. Some believed immediately, and for some, it took a minute. He bore the holes in His hands where the nails had been, but He was completely whole.
Almost 2,000 years later, how do I know that my Redeemer lives? It is His promise. His promise that surely, He is with us to the very end of the age. His promise to come again. His promise that His spirit is present in our heart and in our lives. I am learning to trust in His promise through experience and faith.
My heart hopes that one morning, I will wake up, and I will be sitting with Jesus, at His table, in His home. I don't know when that day will come, but I have faith that it will. I know that it will. I know because it is impossible, even when I close my eyes, to deny the glory and the presence of God around me.
This is a day very high in emotion. It marks the return of a beloved friend and savior. During this season I have been praying for anyone and everyone that has come across these writings. That they would hear God's words, and not mine. I pray for anyone who doesn't know Christ, or wants to know Him better - I pray that they meet Him, allow Him as a friend into their lives. I pray that everyone experience God's peace and God's love as we spend another year celebrating the life of our friend and Savior, Jesus Christ.
May God bless you this Easter, and always.
~SP
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