In Constant Flux

Good Friday. Kind of an ironic term don't you think? Why would you call that good? Maybe because it was the single most important, and darkest, day of history...ever. The one and only single act of charity was displayed throughout a horrendous display of cruelty.

Good Friday. A day filled with irony. A betrayal by a kiss, the greatest sign of loyalty and commitment. Every detail of an unjust capture, trial, conviction, and sentence was against the very law that the persecutors were "protecting." Suffering not once, but twice for being absolutely perfect. And ultimately: Death, by a most excruciating means.

Then another day: Holy Saturday. Today. A day spent in a tomb.

Sunday. Easter. A release of pain and death.

One question: Why? One answer: For me.

The despair did not linger because on Sunday, the resurrected Lord burst the bonds of death. He ascended from the grave and appeared gloriously triumphant as the Savior of all mankind.

And in an instant the eyes that had been filled with ever-flowing tears dried. The lips that had whispered prayers of distress and grief now filled the air with wondrous praise, for Jesus the Christ, the Son of the living God, stood before them as the firstfruits of the Resurrection, the proof that death is merely the beginning of a new and wondrous existence.-- Joseph B. Wirthlin.

There has never been a more glorious day!

Easter!

Eastre!