My old body had become victim of a flu bug and I was unable to attend Good Friday services.  Instead I would have to view it on a podcast rather than in person.  It saddened me because this is such an emotional service, but God had other plans for me.

As I struggled through the weekend, with no appetite or energy and no real ability to put words on paper, I worried about how the Easter meal would come together – the baskets filled – the eggs colored – house cleaned – all those things Martha would be wrapped up in if she were a mom or grandma now.

It all went smoothly, with the help of my wonderful husband who hand painted eggs and prepared the Easter feast.  It made me realize that it wasn’t about the preparation anyway.  The work had all been done.  The real work that is.

God, the Father, made Himself known to us as He took on human flesh –  a mystery I will never understand.  He spent three years spilling out His plan for our salvation.  He suffered a brutal death, died and rose again in a perfect body and lives in heaven where He waits for all of those who call on His name.  He separated the curtain that kept us apart from God, giving us free access to Him once again.

It didn’t end there.  His Holy Spirit came to fill the hearts of those who would continue spreading His message of love to the entire world.  It lives on still, 2000 years later and I know that it will continue until the end of time.

Thank you, Father, for exhibiting your true love for your creation, by providing the perfect answer for our disobedience.  Help me now to praise you along with all the saints, and wait for the day when you finally call me home.  Amen.