It was the night before Easter

24 Dec

It was the night before Easter; the Saturday night before the resurrection. Why do I write about Easter at Christmas time? I write because these two events are indelibly linked together.

Christmas was the beginning of the promise, the birth of a child of humble means but the noblest of blood; A child who would save us from the terrible addiction we have to ourselves. Easter was the fulfillment of that promise, when shame and pride were rendered worthless not before the cross but before an empty tomb.

Sometimes I feel more like the friends of Jesus must have felt the night before Easter Sunday, their savior dead and buried, their dreams dashed, everything they had believed in tested beyond the point of breaking. But the next day the son rose and the tomb was empty…


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