We go out to breakfast today and the waitress introduces herself to us.
"Hi, I'm Sharon and I'll be your server today."
I look up at her and it is on the tip of my tongue to say, "That's my sister's name." Then I realize that more properly, I would have to say, "That was my sister's name." And so I say nothing.
Although it has been more than 9 months since my sister went to be with Jesus, I still find myself pretending that she is only sick and that's why I haven't heard from her. I feel her loss keenly and wonder when the pain will ease. Then I remember what day it is.
This is Easter Sunday. My Lord has risen from the grave and He lives forevermore. I am reminded that there is life beyond this world and that I will see my sister again someday.
John, Chapter 11 tells us: 25 “I am the resurrection and the life; he who believes in Me will live even if he dies, 26 and everyone who lives and believes in Me will never die.
Thank you God for the promise, and for the resurrection that we celebrate today and every day.
