It is Easter Sunday. Jake and I are in Granada, Spain, and we had a private sunrise service, sitting on our bed looking out our apartment balcony doors towards the east. We read the Gospel accounts of Jesus’ resurrection and we sang ‘Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.’
It is true.
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This is a reminiscing, thanksgiving day for us.
Remembering the many Easter sunrises on the Andean mountainside above our camp in Bolivia.
Recalling special friends and Sunday feasts in North Carolina.
And I am especially thinking about a memorable Easter we had 18 years ago here in Spain.
It was our first time to come to Spain. Two of our daughters were living here, so during Daughter #4’s high school spring break, we three came to visit.
I can’t actually remember Easter Sunday, but the Palm Sunday image is vivid in my mind.
We were in Rabat, the capital city of Morocco, waving palm branches, singing ‘Blessed be Your Name, when I’m found in a desert place…. You give and take away…’
And I remember a scene at a public park the next day, where my heart’s anger spewed out and I went into ‘a desert place’– a deep despair about our marriage.
That day I would never have believed the healing God was going to do.
Never would have believed Jake and I are the friends that we are today.
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We have traveled to Spain many times, since Daughter #3 was married in 2005. But this is the first time we’ve been back at Easter.
And we’ll never forget this visit either, because Jake’s heart began to fail and he needed specialized medical attention.
I am overjoyed he didn’t go to heaven from here.
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At our ‘sunrise service’ this morning, I noticed how many times the word ‘believe’ is used in John’s account of Jesus’ resurrection.
“He saw and believed.” 20:8
“I will not believe…” v. 26
“These are written that you may believe …” v. 31
I am reading a Christian book about doubt. Not sure I recommend it, but it is helping me see that a true and long faith in Jesus includes uncertainty and skepticism.
Jesus Himself knows we are slow to believe, as He told the two on the road to Emmaus after His Resurrection.
Here I am, celebrating another Easter, declaring, that no matter what happens in this world, in my spiritual or physical heart, I believe in Jesus, the Messiah, the Son of God.
I recognize that faith is a gift, a marvelous gift.
Thank you, Lord Jesus, for helping me to believe!