two thousand years

(These are my extraordinary red heels.  I love them.)

I do not mind telling you that within me I find the Easter message and the reality of the Resurrection more beautiful and glorious than the Christmas scene. Christmas tells us that Jesus was born; that He was born for the humiliation of suffering and death and atonement. But Easter is the radiant and glory-filled celebration of Christ's mighty triumph over the grave and death and hell! When Easter comes, our voices are raised in the triumphant chorus: The three sad days had quickly sped; He rises glorious from the dead! There is the real beauty! This is more than the beauty of color; more than the beauty of outline or form; more than the beauty of physical proportion. In the living Christ is the perfection of all beauty; and because He lives, we too shall live in the presence of His beauty and the beauties of heaven, forever!  - A.W. Tozer

Happy Easter, my friends!  I hope you ate a lot of chocolate, hunted for eggs, wore springy dresses, and remembered this most importantly: Jesus didn't die for all of us--he died for each of us--and he rose again in victory conquering death and my sin, and the celebration has lasted two thousand years.  My Savior is alive!

xo,
Jenn