Footsteps: The morning of Christ's resurrection was the brightest morning in all history – a time of transcendent joy following the gloom of the crucifixion. The words of the angel still echo down the centuries, undiminished. “He is risen!” Those words signaled more that the triumph of a god. They proclaimed the supremacy of life over death. May we celebrate in gratitude the free gift of immortality for all mankind.
“In the end of the Sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, came Mary Magdalene and the other Mary to see the sepulchre. And, behold, there was a great earthquake: for the angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it. His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow: And for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead men. And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified. He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay.” (Matt. 28:1-6)
He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord God will wipe away tears from off all faces” (Isa. 25:8)
Walking: Be cheerful, happy and pleasant all day. Let the light of the gospel shine on your eyes and spread joy to those you come in contact with today.
Song: Face to Face by Kenneth Cope
If the Earth could give it's witness;
All creation shout it's praise;
spoke to man of their devotion;
Would mortals doubt Him so,
if all were now made known?
If the faithless of the ages,
were to feel his healing power;
if the eyes and hears he opened
might be theirs for just a moment;
Would it soften hearts of stone
if all were truly known?
Face to face
so few were in that place
when heaven sent Messiah
to reclaim this fallen race.
If I could stand atop the mountains
and sound his name in every ear;
If I had power to tell his story,
like the angels have before me;
would more sins be swept away
if the world could sense the debt he paid?
Face to Face.
I'll seek Him all my days.
He means more than life to me.
Death can't take that away.
If I can't convince a world,
Then perhaps I'll reach a soul,
As i tell of how he's changed me.
How I wait for Him to take me.
(take me home)
Then I'll worship on my knees
and kiss once wounded feet.
Though he knows of my praise,
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