Last year we celebrated Easter in Windy City Afghanistan. We didn’t know then that a few days after that lovely morning, we would be mourning loss after loss of friends murdered, cancer, hearts too broken to be fixed, and accidents while on vacation.
It’s no secret I’m going into the month of April with a heavy heart, knowing that one year anniversaries are coming up and will keep coming for the rest of the year. John. Lisa. Sejia. Bekha. Werner. Karina.
But, Easter. Resurrection Sunday. The reason, the only reason, that we are not smothered by grief, is knowing that every one of our friends have loved Jesus well and the mothers of the children in that list say every time “Better is one day in your courts than thousands elsewhere” and my girl is dancing with Jesus.
So we celebrate. We celebrate Jesus’ triumph over death. We celebrate the joy of spring, of new beginnings. We celebrate being together, with a sharper knowledge that each day together is a blessing not to be taken for granted.
Because He lives, I can face tomorrow,
Because He lives, all fear is gone;
Because I know He holds the future,
And life is worth the living,
Just because He lives!
— Bill Gaither