Easter...

The most important day in all of history. 
The Eighth Day. 
The New Creation. 
The day when the God-man who walked among us and died at our hands, passes through death itself, and lives again. 
This is the eternal mystery, that even death must die in the end.


One of these days the Heavens will open before us and we will see creation as it really is. Like men and women looking back on our childhood days and seeing how small we once were, we will look upon the expanse of our universe and realize how tiny we were among it all... We will drop the toys of our age. We will forget all of those things we used to call treasures. All that has been will wither in the light of the infinite Now. 


Today is Easter. 
Today isn't about rabbits laying eggs. 
It's about the most epic story ever lived. 
It's about Eternity touching time. 
It's about the Infinite reaching down and embracing the finite. 
It's about the greatest sacrifice the world will ever know. 
Love dies for His beloved. 
 And, defying all of nature, shattering the boundaries of time and space, He rises, and carries her with Him to glory. 


We cannot even begin to imagine what awaits. 


"But soon we shall die and all memory...will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. 
Even memory is not necessary for love. 
There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the only bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning."


The Bridge of San Luis Rey by Thorton Wilder