Easter Sunday

I don't feel like I take this holiday seriously enough. Today Good (or Black) Friday through Easter (Resurection) Sunday. It 'only' represents the culmination God's plan of salvation to His people. To His creation. I was blessed with a really good teaching Pastor when I was a new Christian. During Christmas time I don't just see the infant in the manger. I see the man who walked among us, who lived a sinless life, proclaimed the way of salvation, and then went to the cross to pay for my sin - with my voice calling out among the crowd. But I do not feel a depression for what my Savior had to go through. I don't feel elation at what His sacrifice procured. Why? I know these things in my head... but my heart somehow feels dulled. There are times when I feel it. Sometimes we think we don't know something if we don't feel it. Other times we trust feelings over knowledge. I think our walk with the Lord is more dynamic than that. There are times when either our head or our heart will lead us astray. We need to keep our eyes focused on the finish line and race as if to get the prize. Verse for today: Luke 24:1-12, ESV But on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they went to the tomb, taking the spices they had prepared. And they found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they went in they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. While they were perplexed about this, behold, two men stood by them in dazzling apparel. And as they were frightened and bowed their faces to the ground, the men said to them, “Why do you seek the living among the dead? He is not here, but has risen. Remember how he told you, while he was still in Galilee, that the Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men and be crucified and on the third day rise.” And they remembered his words, and returning from the tomb they told all these things to the eleven and to all the rest. Now it was Mary Magdalene and Joanna and Mary the mother of James and the other women with them who told these things to the apostles, but these words seemed to them an idle tale, and they did not believe them. But Peter rose and ran to the tomb; stooping and looking in, he saw the linen cloths by themselves; and he went home marveling at what had happened.