To me, Easter always has been and always will be a family holiday. This year, Brad and I visited our family in Virginia, and had a fantastic weekend composed of 70-degree weather, Titanic in 3-D, and lots and lots of ham. Easter, with all its blooming flowers, egg dyeing, and twirly skirts is something to be shared–but above all, it’s a time to celebrate the ultimate gift we’ve all been given.
At church this Easter Sunday, we saw two baptisms and listened to a sermon and invitation that led to six or seven men and women becoming saved. Scratch that–the sermon may have been a nudge, but what really turned those people to Jesus was prayer. In fact, the pastor told us through tear-filled eyes at the end of the service that several of the lives saved that day were people the church had been praying for for a long time.
That, my friends, is what real miracles look like. And that–not candy or bunnies or three-day weekends–is what Easter is all about.
