The tomb that I long to be in with Jesus- I am there. In every moment of my life when my despair gives way to hope, He wakes up. In every moment of my life when darkness is pierced with light, He stands up. In every moment of my day when my sin is washed clean by His grace, the grave clothes fall, pooling at my feet and I am staring up into the face of the resurrected one and I am resurrected too.
Friends who grieve- friends who struggle- friends who stare through a dingy cup…
Come and join the extraordinary. Open your eyes to see the tomb you lay in and the one who stands before you.
Resurrection is calling.