My family and I had the bright idea to attend a 7 AM Resurrection Day service at another local church. It sounded so good in the planning stage. We'd go to sleep early Saturday evening, awake at 6 and be on the road by 6:45. We¹d be home by 9 and then we¹d have breakfast, read the paper, and perhaps catch a nap to refresh us for this afternoon's activities.
The execution was not as smooth. We did manage to retire early last night but three fourths of our number had a restless night's sleep, which made getting up tough. I anxiously watched the clock, counting down to departure and when it looked as though we wouldn't make it on time, I displayed why it is I need a living Savior. Needless to say, the ride to the church was not accompanied by our singing Christ the Lord is Risen Today. But that was one of the songs with which we celebrated the living Lord when we finally made it (on time, no less) to the service.
How, I wondered, could I lift my voice in praise only minutes after venting my frustration when getting what I wanted was threatened? But as a 120-voice choir sang The Power of the Cross followed by The Hallelujah Chorus, I asked a different question. How could I not joyfully sing of such a wonderful, patient, deliverer who gave himself not only to pardon, but to change sinful people like me.
He is risen! He is risen indeed!
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"...when it looked as though we wouldn't make it on time, I displayed why it is I need a living Savior."
LOVED that!
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