There’s something about this day that always gets me.
This day celebrates the resurrection of a man folks thought was dead. A man folks wanted dead. A man who healed the sick. A man who raised the dead. A man who gave hope to the hopeless and peace to the troubled.
There’s something about this day that always gets me.
Because on this day, the victim became the victor. The downtrodden became the triumphant. The dead became alive.
I guess it gets me because it promises me that though I may suffer in a present moment, there is hope, there is life and it is everlasting.
Glory to God for the Savior lives. Glory to God for we live. Glory to God for the oppressed are free. Glory to God! Hallelujah. We can live. Freely.