What if the chamber of His heart in that clammy tomb hadn’t began to quiver in the silent dark; hadn’t pounded against His chest like He was pounding at the door of our own tomb, because letting Him in is our only way out? What if His scar-mangled hands hadn’t taken the slow careful moments to fold His grave clothes, like He was tenderly dressing our wounds, wrapping our rawest places so new hope can always unfold in us? “Death is forever dead & Jesus is always alive!”Read more here.
Sunday, April 04, 2021
"He means for you to rise too!
Ann Voskamp writes in her blog,