The Post Easter Post

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Saturday evening before Easter is always daunting knowing the alarm will go off at 3am.  This year, some good friends and neighbors who were planning to join us for the early morning set up offered to pick me up.

These moments are 100% more enjoyable when shared with others.

As we pulled up to Veteran’s Park in the dark, I could feel my heart jumping as the headlights from other cars led the way to join us. One after the other.  Immediately, anticipation filled the air.  We struggled to keep our voices low on an argument about the use of coconut oil for hair loss, not wanting to disturb the neighbors.  The work that was to begin at 4:30, setting up chairs, pop up tents, egg  hunts and coffee stations was almost finished by 5.  There were people who stayed up all night to keep watch over the stage.  Josh worked tirelessly all week, especially Saturday to make sure the sound and the stage were just right.

Anticipation to celebrate the reason why we gather the other 51 weeks of the year.  Hope in the possibility someone may hear about it for the first time.  Staying alert and in tune with the others to make sure every detail is taken care of. Every wrinkle gets ironed out.

The first Easter Sunday in the still dark of the morning, 3 women will struck with awe and were filled with anticipation at levels much more than I could even begin to imagine.

Anticipation filled their hearts as something prophesied, something spoken began to unfold.  Nothing came to pass in the way it was expected.

Why are you weeping?  Whom are you seeking?

The first person told to “go and tell others” was a woman.   An unlikely choice as a woman’s testimony was often dismissed.  An earthquake that caused a heavy stone to be rolled back.  Those who tried to keep Jesus dead were defeated in every way.  Nothing could stop Him and nothing could stop them.

Two men walking and talking through their grief on the road to Emmaus.  They were met unexpectedly by Jesus Himself igniting their hearts with hope.

“Did not our hearts burn within us while he talked to us on the road, while he opened to us the Scriptures?”

The skeptic who was filled with doubt was met in his place when he thought he could never believe.

“Put your finger here, and see my hands; and put out your hand, and place it in my side.

Do not disbelieve, but believe.”

May He meet you in the unlikely places and open you to the scriptures so your heart burns with hope and anticipation.  It is finished, death is beaten… now go.  Tell others what you have seen!

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