Risen

April 19, 2014  •  Leave a Comment

My first Easter message took place at dawn in a cemetery, across a dirt road from the small wooden frame church.

I remember that morning's light trying to break through the fog and the song of the birds announcing the dawn.

I don't recall my sermon. I doubt that anyone does. But I do remember the dawn, and that it was Easter.

I suspect that the message that morning was the same as it had been for countless years before and the many since, and this morning.

The wonder of "He is risen! Christ is risen! Hallelujah! He is risen indeed!


Comments

No comments posted.
Loading...

Archive
January February March April May June July August (3) September (3) October (6) November (2) December
January (1) February March (8) April May June July (1) August September October November December
January February March April May June July August September October November December
January February March April May June July August September October November December
January February March April May June July August September October November December
January February March April May June July August September October November December
January February March April May June (3) July August September October November December
January (30) February (14) March April May June July August (10) September (7) October (11) November December
January February March April May June (14) July (30) August (27) September (13) October (7) November December
January (14) February (19) March (9) April May June July August (3) September October November December
January February March April May June July (8) August (12) September October (6) November December
January February March April May June July August September October November December
January February March April (28) May (25) June (6) July (2) August (2) September October November (2) December
January (3) February March (1) April (7) May June July August September October November December