It’s hard to express what the significance of this day means to me. In short, everything. I have had more time to ponder, this year. I have considered the Passover and the significance of the Israelites turning to their Lord for deliverance as the destroying angel passed through Egypt. How today, in this modern day plague, I empathize with their plight and also turn to Him. I have thought of those closest to Him, His disciples: Judas who betrayed, Peter who denied, and Thomas who disbelieved, and wondered how I can soften my heart and always remember Him. I have looked at my family, those I love most, and celebrated that He truly is “the resurrection and the life,” and what that means for us, individually. I have been grateful, again, for our merciful, powerful God. I believe in His deliverance, I love Him, and I praise Him.
. . “Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. [...]
But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come. [...] In this life or the next, Sunday will come.” (Joseph Wirthlin)
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Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?
Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.
For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,
Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
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Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified.
He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. 💛
