Sunrise is my favorite part of Easter now. I like to sit out on our deck, where it’s quiet, and listen to the birds wake up. It draws me a little closer to what it must’ve been like on that first Easter. I imagine early Christians couldn’t believe the sun actually rose again after Jesus was taken from them—or so they thought.
Sunrise is a wonderful metaphor for God’s grace because each one brings renewal. Each new day brings another chance to right wrongs, learn from our mistakes, and become better people than we were just 24 hours ago. It’s a daily moment of promise.
Sometimes the world seems so hopeless now. But it seemed hopeless back then. It wasn’t. And it isn’t.
Faith, hope, and love to you this Easter morning.