We woke to an absolute gift of a day - 80 degrees, with birds chirping and the lingering smell of rising dough from a bread I made the night before. I read on the back porch, gathered the baby from his crib, brewed the coffee while Blake made egg sandwiches. Before celebrations with both of our families, before the egg hunts and rice pies and family photos, we went to church to worship our God - a God of justice and inexhaustible mercy.
Here is what I thought on all day (from N.T. Wright): The message of the resurrection is that this world matters! That the injustices and pains of this present world must now be addressed with the news that healing, justice, and love have won... Easter means that in a world where injustice, violence and degradation are endemic, God is not prepared to tolerate such things - and that we will work and plan, with all the energy of God, to implement victory of Jesus over them all.