I snapped this picture of a hazy sunrise at about 6:30 this morning. It almost looks like the sun is resting between two wires. A cloudy mist fills the sky around it, failing to reveal the majesty of a colorful sunrise. Smoke from the northern parts of Minnesota and as far away as Canada fill the space and almost dismiss the sun from view. Eventually, it will be all but swallowed up by the haze. Just when you think that will be the case, the sun’s rays pierce through the smoke and the orb comes to life again.

When I think about sunrises, I’m reminded of the many songs that have been written about them. “Sunrise, Sunset,” “The Sun Will Come up Tomorrow,” “I’ve Got the Sun in the Morning and the Moon at Night,” all talk about the effect the sun rising to light the day.

It’s been only a short time ago since we celebrated Easter. A time when the Son of God rose from the dead. That had to be an amazing Son rise. Imagine, seeing the risen Savior – alive after suffering a tortuous death. His blood-stained body was no more. The marks from the scourge no longer visible. His flesh restored. His radiance immediately noticeable. It wasn’t surprising that His disciples were not convinced of Mary’s news that Jesus was alive. The Son rose on that day, to prove to all humanity that He was who He said He was – the true, living, Son of God.

Sunrises will come and go. Some days we will never get a look at them, but as we draw our last breath, we can be sure that we will rise also, with the Son.

“Thus says the Lord, who gives the sun for light by day and the fixed order of the moon and the stars for light by night, who stirs up the sea so that its waves roar the Lord of hosts is his name: If this fixed order departs from before me, declares the Lord,
then shall the offspring of Israel cease.” Jeremiah 31:35-36 ESV