No Door

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I awoke to snow on the ground.  In April.  That’s not necessarily unheard of here, but we’re more accustomed to the March coming “In like a lion and going out like a lamb” kind of weather concept.  April is supposed to be sunshine and rain and tulips and Easter lilies.

The snow and cold adds insult to injury.  Was it only less than two weeks ago that our pastor came to us via internet and said the difficult decision had been made to close the church doors for a month?  A month!  And with it being Easter?!  I cried.  I can’t remember ever missing celebrating the Resurrection of my Savior with church family.  I cried again the next day.  Then hope came in an unexpected way.

I was watching a Christian program.  They were showing the streets of Jerusalem.  The streets were empty.  The merchants’ doors were closed.  The doors to the Church of the Holy Sepulcher were shut tight.  Few prayed at the Western Wall.  What an eerie sight and silence preceding the wondrous celebration of Passover.  Then. . .

. . . a picture of a tomb. . . with no door.

The angels asked the women who had gone to Jesus’ tomb, “Why do you seek the living among the dead?  Jesus of Nazareth which was crucified is not here.  He is risen as He said.”  

He is risen.

Covid-19 will prevent our gathering as is our custom.  But it will not prevent joy, gratitude, songs of praise, hope, supplication, and faith from swelling in my heart and escaping from my lips.  Jesus is alive!  One would think that the very reason that such controversy exists after nearly 2000 years is some kind of proof that something supernatural happened.

In Matthew 27:22 Pilate asked the crowd, “Then what should I do with Jesus who is called the Messiah?”

The same question still begs to be answered.  Whatever plagues us today will disappear and fade away, but the question remains, “What will I do with Jesus?”  I know what I’m doing, I’m journeying with Him.  And this particular weekend I am remembering the sacrifice He made for me and I am thanking Him for it.  “What will you do with Jesus?”  It is my sincere hope that you are joining me in journeying with Him.

 

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Christi

My husband and I married 20 years ago on a chilly, rainy, spring day. One year later caught me in a whirlwind as I was celebrating my first wedding anniversary, my first Mother's Day, and my first publication as a freelance writer. The birth of our third child followed a couple months after we celebrated our twins' 3rd birthday. Though a pen has been one of my constant companions, I have not pursued writing professionally due to the monumental task of homemaking and the raising of children. A shout out to my Robert who has been our sole provider while I have had the pleasure and privilege of remaining home with our children to homeschool them. Now, thanks to him, I have the liberty to once again pursue my passion to write and encourage others in written word as we journey with God through life experiences.

4 thoughts on “No Door”

  1. I’m in!! I’m joining you! Let’s celebrate the Resurrection!!!

    Father, we are in an unprecedented season for our generation, and You are still the God of miracles. We have heard of Your fame and renown, as in Your deliverance of Your people at Passover. Oh, Lord, renew Your miracles and wonders today, through the healing of nations and individuals, and the spreading of Your Good News worldwide. May revelation of Jesus, as the Lamb of God and Savior spread globally, bringing revival and salvation to many, many people.
    In Jesus’ name, AMEN
    We Believe and we celebrate!!!

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