As I wrote that, I was taken back two decades to when we did have a true sunrise service. How bone-chilling cold it was. How awesome to feel whole world waiting to celebrate Jesus’ resurrection. How amazing those first rays of sunlight were. How deeply my heart was touched. I hope I haven’t become so jaded that I would give that up for a few hours more of sleep, but at least I don’t have to make that choice this year.
Anyway, as I cleaned up in the kitchen and filled the Easter baskets, I popped the end of Romans and the beginning of 1 Corinthians (The Message version) into my portable CD player. (Kids, that’s a weird circular machine we used before MP3 players. It doesn’t even store one song! You have to put the actual CD into the reader. Totally weird, right?)
What if Jesus came back and I were listening to the Bible? How cool would that be. I supposed the only things that would be better for me to be doing would be talking about the Gospel with a person I’d just led to the Lord’s feet. Or giving a cold cup of water to a thirsty traveler. Or pouring hot coals over my enemy’s head–by my kindness, of course!
He is risen, indeed!
Well said Christina. Happy Easter!
Nice, Christina. Our church always has a 6:30 AM Sunrise Service. I have never gone. Your post inspires me to maybe one day think about going. Maybe. I’ll go if Donna Fleisher got up and went to one.