For believers, this day represents the most significant event in history. Jesus, Christ, the Messiah, died a brutal death of crucifixion. His mother and followers were in the midst of mourning Him when the miraculous happened. He was resurrected from the dead. Maybe wrapping your mind around the idea of a dead person or situation coming to life is too difficult, but you can simplify it. Hope was restored. That, my friends, is the gist. For believers, this day signifies restored hope in victory over death, freedom over sin, and the promise of everlasting, eternal life with the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost; Jesus' resurrection created a permanent hope. Maybe you're not a believer. Maybe, like me, you didn't find yourself at church this morning. Maybe you just don't feel it today. That's okay. I hope you can accept this simplified truth: Hope after great loss, sorrow, and sadness can be restored. May that bring you comfort this Easter Sunday.
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Friendship is what hope looks like to me today. It is last Sunday's brunch with a group of ladies I love and adore. It is a best friend who understands so deeply why Coco causes tears and smeared mascara. It is a truth-telling sister who would fly from Kentucky to Texas for her sister. It is a message from a friend letting you know you are seen.
