something good, something new
easter Worship on sunday, April 21, 2019 at 10:30AM
"Very early in the morning on the first day of the week, the women went to the tomb bringing fragrant spices they had prepared." -Luke 24: 1
Mornings hold the ache of the night that has passed. Mornings can carry with them a groggy fog, a strong pull to sleep that just won't loosen. Joints creak and muscles twinge with tightness. First light sets us to blinking.
Easter morning carried with it the weight of the dark three days before it-- a weight as great as any morning has ever carried. It held the grief of the passing of a teacher, a leader, a very dear friend. It held the disappointment of a would-be savior killed beside common criminals.
How very black the sky must've felt to the women approaching the tomb. How low their cries must've sounded in the quiet.
But mornings also hold a hushed holiness, an underlying sense of possibility. They are quiet, but also not so quiet at all, if you are listening. They are dark, but it's a changeable darkness, black to grey to pink to blue.
Just so, on Easter, the morning sky for these women would have turned from black to grey to pink to the palest of blues. Just so, the birds and bugs would have sang their wake-up songs for these women.
Whatever the weight of our nights, whatever grief or disappointment or uncertainty we carry into each new day, on Easter, we are invited to show up at the tomb with the women with the possibility of something good, something new hanging in the air.
Join us Easter morning to discover again the hope of the new day of resurrection.
"Praise the Lord, my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name." —Psalms 103:1
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