Resurrection Day was spent celebrating a birthday and being with family. Communion at the dinner table – so like the Last Supper. This do in remembrance of Me.
Remember? How can we ever forget? I choose to remember, today and every day, what was done for us on Calvary’s hill. It changed everything. It changed me.
This week “after” has been quiet and cold. Frosty mornings. Green grass with a layer of morning frost. Blueberry bushes with sheets wrapped around them – assuring a harvest in spite of April’s bite of cold. Heaters on and an extra blanket on the bed.
The Emmaus Road – the week after. Why didn’t they know it was Him? And, isn’t it interesting that only Dr. Luke records what happened on that walk? Perhaps he was the other of His followers who walked along with Cleopas.
Open my eyes, Lord, I want to see…