Why is that I awake with a new hope every Easter? A new way of looking at the world?
Maybe, it's because throughout the year, throughout the week, throughout the day...I taste the apple (ironically my favorite food). I taste sin.
Then on Thursday at the Last Supper, Jesus broke the bread and gave thanks for it.
Then on Friday, he was crucified. Selflessly giving his blood for mine as nails pierced his tendons. On the Cross, he gave thanks.
On Saturday, it's the day after. The day of despair. The day after one finds out they've been diagnosed with cancer. The day after a friend is killed in a car accident. The day after a friend loses her baby. The day one loses faith? The day it's discouraging to find hope in tragedy?
On Sunday, it all comes real for me for you for the world. The day Jesus rises from the tomb and fulfills God's promises. The act of this sacrifice of offerings to God--even for the bread and cup of cost, for cancer and crucifixion--prepares the way for God to show us His fullest salvation from bitter, angry, resentful lives and from all sin that encompasses to seeing these instances as a way to commune with God. These holes of life may be the few open glances to the beauty beyond with God. And, through these journeys Hope is laid brick by brick. And, for that I am thankful.
Moral of the Story: You ask me how I know he lives. He lives within my heart.
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