In The Morning

Creation, Death, Resurrection. Easter Morning.Show more

In the beginning,
there was emptiness,
that stretched into infinity.
Darkness.
Void.
Yet, even in the emptiness… there was a stirring.
A whisper.
The promise of what was to come.

Then… the Creator spoke.

Through sovereign breath of light and sound, creation burst forth.
Stars flung into the heavens, oceans roared, land rose up to meet the sky.
Perfection.
Peace.

But even as this magnificent tapestry of life and creation was woven together, there was a flaw.
A tear in the fabric.
A darkness that threatened to unravel it all.

Then Jesus…
the Savior in obedience …
crushed by the weight of the world that He came to save.
His hands pierced by the ones His blood would cover.
Hope, lost as the world lay silent.
Stars wept as the God who left his throne on high was beaten, bruised, and mocked. The Messiah… died on a cross as the earth watched.

But…on the third morning,
The stone rolled away.
The tomb was empty.
The light of the world triumphant would never be extinguished.
For in Him, there was the promise of a new dawn and a new creation.
A new way.
Jesus,
the Son,
risen from the grave.
He was the one who came to set things right, to heal the wounds and mend the tears. He was the one who came to be the bridge between the seen and unseen, the temporal and the eternal, between sin and God. The one who bowed to wash our feet.
Jesus, ALIVE.

The forces of darkness defeated by the power of love and life.
In the morning, the final say.
He overcame the power of death and despair.
The darkness of sin is defeated FOREVER.
In the morning, Victory.

The living breath of our King.

For humanity,
hope restored.
For mankind,
forgiveness free.
All because of His love for the Father.
All because of His love for us.