The quiet, reflective solemnness of the Good Friday service is always accompanied with a hope in my heart that is waiting to burst forth on Easter Sunday morning. Amidst all the world's emphasis on bunnies, chocolate, eggs, earth day (what's up with that???), and so on and so forth, the Christian world remembers and celebrates the greatest event to take place so far in history. God came down, dwelt among us, and died for us. Just when I think I get it, another thought creeps in and I marvel at the unprecedented act of God incarnate dying...for you and for me.
Tomorrow morning the world will shout, "He is Risen!" He is risen indeed.