Easter has come and gone. The global, catholic Church celebrated together the most significant day in the Church calendar. It was a day when we remember Christ’s victorious resurrection from the dead – his victory over sin, death and the grave. Christians gathered together across the world in massive churches and in their homes, in ordinary church buildings and tabernacle-like meeting spaces. We sang songs together from many different traditions and in many different languages. Our worship rose as a sweet aroma to our glorious, triumphant King. Although we were separated by space and time, Easter is a day which perhaps most foreshadows what the worship of heaven will be like.
So now what?
For all of our worship and praise, will there be any noticeable change in our lives? Continue Reading
I had my first encounter with death when I was in the fifth grade.
My family had moved from South Dakota to Northern Virginia when I was in the fourth grade. This was difficult for me because most of my mother’s family lived in South Dakota. I had grown up very close to them – especially Grandma and Grandpa. It was especially difficult to leave them.
I’ll never forget the day my father came to pick me up early from school. I thought it must be some kind of surprise! But he hardly said a word on the ride home. As I walked into the kitchen, I saw my mother there crying. She pulled me over and then said the words: “Grandma fell asleep and didn’t wake up. She’s gone.” Continue Reading