My daughter and I sat in the church building, we were visitors to hear my good friend from Indiana sing. The church’s announcements were flashing on the overhead and it caught my eye: “The Day Death Died”, it was the name of their cantata to be performed on Resurrection Sunday. I looked at my daughter and said, “I really like that, the day death died.” She nodded and smiled.
What followed was a solo version of my happy hallelujah dance through the dining room and kitchen.
Friday: death died
Sunday morning: HOPE WAS BORN!
Our Hope lives, friends.
Our Hope is alive and well!
Our Hope sits at the right hand of Abba Father!
Our Hope is coming back one day!
Our Hope: a meek lamb coming back as a roaring Lion!
Our Hope Lives!
May you be blessed to overflowing, by the God of Hope, this season of passion, this holiest of holy weeks.
Hope is Alive!