This morning we’re leaving before the sun rises. I wonder how many times we’ve done that, and honestly I couldn’t say. I do know this, we’ve never left before The Son rose, and I thank God for that.
Every day of our lives, we wake up to the reality of Calvary and of an empty tomb, borrowed, and only used for three days. We know Jesus is alive, and alive for evermore. For the Christian, Easter is more than a yearly celebration, it’s a daily experience.
I believe that one day soon, Jesus will return for a people who have made themselves ready. Maybe your walk with Jesus, at times, involves sacrifice, but rest assured, it’s worth it. One day soon, He will return for us. Who knows, maybe we will leave before the sunrise, because The Son Rose!
Yesterday, in Nashville, we almost had a tornado, it was not only predicted, it was expected. While our hearts go out to those who did experience the storm, and we should always care for other’s storms, we are thankful this storm did not occur here. In life, we should be mindful of the miracles of the almost.
Which brings me back to my statement. We almost had a tornado. Someone almost lost a home. Someone almost didn’t have a loved one to wake up beside of. We should be grateful not only for the miracles, healings, and battles we win, but those we are not required to face.
Someone will face some of these battles, and many have. Life affecting battles of some kind, will come all of our way. If we’re thankful for the blessings, it will make the battles, not easy, but lighter. When you realize how wonderful it is to breathe in the sunshine, when you’re expecting to pick up the pieces after a tornado, it makes the rain much easier to bare!
“It’s a horrible thing to find out your brother wants you dead, but that’s what it looks like. The hit originated in the same island Roger was last seen at. I’m not sure yet, but it points his way.” Sven looked heartbroken and tired.
Monty smiled. “Well, now we’re all out of secrets, what’s next?” His Mother laughed. “Montague we’ve both been spies for most of our lives, were far from out of secrets, or ideas. Here’s what we’re going to do.”
She spent the next half hour laying out the plan for the next few days. Then Sven, an excellent chef, cooked an early dinner and we all crashed for the rest of the night. Monty and I talked over all this late into the night.
Monty had a lot to process. I mostly listened. Finally he drifted off to sleep. He had his family back. In the middle of people trying to kill us, he was happier than I had ever seen him. There was happiness, and there was danger, what a strange combination!