It’s a really hectic week here. Probably for you, too. Easter week always manages to be that way, but in all of your busyness, I hope you can find the peace and joy of the season. Sitting here in a world that seems to be growing bolder with its evil, more brash with its irreverence, and more brazen with its perversions, Easter can’t help but remind us that we “All have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.” Not just Lil Nas whoever and Cardi B. I would be dead in my sin if Jesus hadn’t come to take the judgement I deserved. 

I haven’t found time to write, this week, but I’m sharing a post I wrote several Easters ago. 

It's a King riding a lowly donkey.

It's praising that turns to scoffing.

It's quiet love looking into red faces of hate.

It's grace offered to the ungracious.

It's sleeping while sweat falls like blood nearby.

It's betrayal by a chosen friend.

It’s wanting to return something you can’t return. 

It's friends gathered to friends scattered. 

It's unrest swirling around the Prince of Peace.     

It’s promise making and promise breaking before the rooster crows. 

It's freeing a murderer and murdering innocence.     

It's heavenly power mocked by earthly power.  

It's silent restraint in the middle of loud humiliation.

It's the King of Kings wearing thorns instead of gold.  

It's everlasting authority being challenged by temporary thrones.

It's a mother's heart being broken and saved at the same time.  

It's the purest given for the putrid.

It’s mocking the only name that can save you.

It's the Creator killed by His own creations.

It's asking for forgiveness instead of revenge.  

It's dying while possessing all the power to escape.

It's the innocent taking punishment for the guilty.

It's paying a debt He didn't incur.  

It's complete submission in a world of self-promotion.

It's a sun that refuses to give off light.

It's immortal willing to become mortal.  

It's prophesy fulfilled and yet unrecognizable to those who claim to know.

It's guarding something that’s empty.

It's good news in a time of mourning.  

It's hope in days of trouble and glory in the face of death.

It's gain that comes from loss.

It’s a beginning coming after an end. 

It's free to all but cost One so much.   

It's a denier being restored by the Denied.

It's despairing sorrow bringing everlasting joy.

It's living in a world without being of it. 

It's hope for the hopeless.