Easter Sunday is near a close, and I thank all of y’all for the best wishes.
There are some holidays I consider more fun, like July 4th, but Easter is always the one when I think the most. In the setting we celebrate it would be hard not to.
Every Easter we go to the sunrise service. When you watch the sun creep over the horizon to a message of renewal, you can’t help but be reflective.
I get the same notion every year. No matter how much bad has happened on Earth, we crazy humans have got another shot at it. Every Easter Sunday I am inspired this might be the year we humans finally get it right.
I keep thinking somehow we are gonna put an end to all the self-inflicted unnecessary foolishness that creates so much misery, and take to a life of grace and dignity. Somehow there won’t be any more hate or prejudice, hunger, war etc. It ain’t happened yet, but a man has to have his dreams.
I do know this. I am a human being and I have a son. I am way too selfish to give him up. I can’t figure out how strong God’s love must be if he’d give up his Son to take us chance on the human race, ’cause we are a bunch of knuckleheads. We had life handed to us on a silver platter and managed to make a wreck out of a thing of beauty trying to inject our will into the deal. We shoulda just listened to God and not tried to be so dang smart.
Of course, I’m getting pretty old, and it ain’t happened yet, but as my Dad always said, “Tomorrow is another day.” Maybe this’ll be our year.
After all, the sun came up today, so hope springs eternal.
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