Happy Easter!

Jesus, the perfect God and the perfect man, was crucified on the cross - for my sins and for yours, so we did not have to pay the price for our actions. That was how much He loved us.

But death was not the end of the story. 

When the women visited the tomb where Jesus's body was, they got a message from the angel:

Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here; He has risen, just as He said. Come and see the place where He lay. - Matthew 28: 5-6

The tomb is empty! He is risen! 

Happy Easter!

The cross in front of our church

The Sun, The Son

Before daylight savings time took effect two weeks ago, the sun would have had risen and there would be daylight by the time I left for work. But as we were now an hour "ahead", the sun did not rise until later.

A couple of days into the new time, I was driving west towards campus, as usual. Morning gradually broke and I could see the rising sun from my rear window. As I glanced at the sun, I was happy that the sun was there.

Then it dawned on me.

Despite what we have been taught as children about the sun rising from the east and setting on the west, the sun does not move. It is the earth that does. The sun has always been where it is. It does not matter that we change our clock every six months, the sun always shines where it is. We don't see it because the parts of the earth moves facing away from it every day.

It is the same with the Son. We see darkness around us not because God is not there. He does not "show up"; He has always been where He is. We don't see Him because we move away from Him, not because He moves away from us.

May we always move towards Him and bask in His glorious Light.

Grandparents

The first time I lost a grandparent, I did not know to grief. I was not yet fearfully and wonderfully made.

The second time I lost a grandparent, I was a young 18-year-old, facing death suddenly and unexpectedly for the first time. My heart broke.

The third time I lost a grandparent, a few years ago, I was blessed enough to know the Gospel had been presented to my Grandma. I was there when she drew her last breath on earth and I saw how beautiful and peaceful she was. My sorrowful heart had a reason to rejoice.

The fourth and last time I lost a grandparent, a week ago, I was sad again. Yet, in the midst of grief, God put a song in my heart -

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.