Sunday broke the deafening silence of Saturday.
Sunday’s light shined into its darkness.
Sunday morning changed mourning into joy.
Yes. Sunday changed everything!
The hope that found its calling in the first garden.
The Hope that was promised in the garden.
The Hope that waited for thousands of years and found His place in a manger.
That same Hope surrendered all of Himself in yet another garden and walked to His hill of purpose, carrying His cross.
He Suffered. And bled. And died.
For you and for me.
That Hope walked out of His temporary tomb and is alive!
Hope is alive!
“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth(O) into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, 4 and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade. This inheritance is kept in heaven for you,” 1 Peter 1: 3-4