Yesterday was Palm Sunday, representing Christ’s triumphant entrance into Jerusalem, treading on palm leaves, before He spent the last week of His mortal life. But, as we know, a week later, three days after He was crucified and died for our sins, He was resurrected. And because of Him, we, too, can taste everlasting life. #Hallelujah, He lives!
I love the Easter season. Easter represents spring, new beginnings, new life. And how appropriate that Spring begins around Easter. Spring in it’s eternity represents Christ’s resurrection. Because of His death, we may live. Because of Him, I belong to a hopeful church. Because of Him, I know I can see my family again after death.
I have been very lucky in my life not to have known the loss of a dear one. I have known both sets of grandparents in my life. However, my maternal grandmother died when I was one. I grew up hearing about Grandma Rhea. I grew up hearing farm stories about her youth from my dad. I grew up hearing about how she cared for my mother when she was newly wed as a barely-20-year old. I grew up hearing how I look a lot like her. I grew up seeing a sketching of her in my living room, her kind eyes always beaming down on me. I grew up with my family wrapping ourselves in a quilt made of her old clothing. I grew up believing that she is my guardian angel. Because of Christ, I know that I will see her again, and this time, I will know her. #Hallelujah
My paternal grandpa passed away on Christmas Day 2014. We all knew it was inevitable. He was suffering from very poor health for years before, and it was finally time for him to leave us and return to our Father. Even though my grandfather made mistakes in how he treated people and himself throughout his life, his grandchildren were his pride and joy. He loved us to no ends. I remember having tickle fights with him. He taught me how to play chess and cribbage. He would always invite us to sit on his lap while he sped down the road and popped wheelies in his electric wheelchair (giving my mom and grandma heart attacks in doing so). He always wanted to see us. My grandpa was declining in health and in a nursing home when I was married in August 2012. He was even worse when I gave birth to Rhys in July 2014. When Rhys was about a month old, we visited my grandpa. He teared up when he saw Rhys, his 7th great-grandchild. One of the most precious pictures I have of my grandpa is of his big, old, withered hand, holding Rhys’s tiny, new, perfect hand. I cherish that photo. Because of Christ, I know that I will see him again, and he will be able to play with Rhys even more vigorously than he ever was able to play with me. #Hallelujah
This Easter season, I challenge you to think more of our Savior, Jesus Christ, than of Easter bunny and eggs and chocolate. Think of those you have lost and who can be with you again through the Resurrection of Christ. Follow Him and find new life. Repent of your sins, try to be more like Him, and feel His love and Grace and Life within you.
What makes you say Hallelujah this Easter?
He Is Risen
- 1. He is risen! He is risen!
Tell it out with joyful voice.He has burst his three days’ prison;Let the whole wide earth rejoice.Death is conquered; man is free.
Christ has won the victory.
2. Come with high and holy hymning;Chant our Lord’s triumphant lay.Not one darksome cloud is dimmingYonder glorious morning ray,Breaking o’er the purple east,
Symbol of our Easter feast.
3. He is risen! He is risen!He hath opened heaven’s gate.We are free from sin’s dark prison,Risen to a holier state.And a brighter Easter beamOn our longing eyes shall stream.
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