thank you for easter, i pray. then it occurs to me i cannot say thank you, like easter is a nice little gift that is wrapped in beribboned shine and presented to me with a flourish.
i can say, in a fashion i think, thank you for good friday. because after all, my lord died for all and that includes me.
thank God for the resurrection, i gasp to my relief. it is far wider grander and more consequential than i can imagine. i profit from bystander advantage before i realize i am in deficit.
great love can choose to die. but only power can bring life after death. thank God for both.
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