The Day of Days

Looking ahead to Sunday morning I was aware once again of the hope injected into our souls everytime we remember that first Easter dawn. Can anything bring such a deep sense of cleanness and rejoicing? The beauty of this holy day is unlike any other. The cross was endured, His will surrendered to death. Then God's infinite power resurrected Him, shaming the enemy and robbing death and the grave. He lives!

Hallelujah -- Christ is risen! He is risen indeed!

Oh, what wondrous words! Oh, what a glorious morn! Oh, what joy is ours!

May your heart know the hope, the joy, and the cleanness of soul that was made accessible and free to all on that Easter morning so long ago. There is nothing better in all the world!