Easter is always special round here... this year, perhaps more so. The day was overshadowed by the tragic news of a friend. The beautiful hope of Easter made all the more poignant in sadness.
Death is not the end.
It is not victorious.
Christ offers hope, and a future.
So that life, even with its tragedies and heartaches, can begin to make sense.
Jesus died the death I deserved to give me the life he deserved.
And then he rose again... promising me the glorious hope of life after death too.
So on Sunday morning, I was up at the crack of dawn putting some finishing touches to our Easter breakfast ready for a celebration. The sadness of Good Friday was not the end of the story...
The joy, hope, mercy of Easter Sunday is.