blessings to you

God's blessings are new every morning

It's Easter morning and we have teenagers. There aren't any baskets on the table, no egg hunts planned with friends, no frilly dresses waiting to be worn for the first time and absolutely no new button up shirts. The one in the house who LOVES chocolate is on a diet so there aren't even any chocolate bunnies this year. Instead, we broke tortillas, corn chips, and Steve's Famous Fajitas with a niece and nephew last night because that's when they could come, and waiting on the table with Easter cards at this moment are a new sketch book and guitar magazine.

It's not traditional but it's no less Easter. A friend of mine has been wrestling with why it matters that Jesus rose from the dead this year. She's trying to figure out what that's all about and how that sets him apart from other mystical religions. It seems obvious to me - only the most powerful God could ever raise anyone from the dead - but I suppose in an age of science where we can find explanations for almost anything, it would be hard to believe.

There's a lot to be grateful for that Christ has risen. When Jesus died, the veil to the Holy of Holies in the Jewish tabernacle where God was, was torn from top to bottom. Because of Christ's sacrifice, not only can we step into the presence of God without fear but He can come out. He can come out. And He does. He comes out to meet us every day. Easter Blessings!