It’s been a fascinating journey. Daily combing through historical photos and famous geographical locales. Daily combining scriptures as I went through Lent. I know it was a spiritual practice I was engaged in. I found the work to be most holy and even noticed that while I was perusing and matching, my anxiety subsided. It became a way of prayer.

Easter is upon us. There is pomp. There is circumstance. There are bunnies and eggs. There are dresses and hats. There is an Easter dinner. There is family.

But in the celebratory chaos, I wonder if just for a moment we can be mindful of the reassurance of a God who cast a vote for LOVE.

Easter

This photograph was snapped at the 2015 Caribbean Cup of Freediving in Roatan, Honduras.

Thanks for journeying with me. Alleluia!

 At the crack of dawn on Sunday, the women came to the tomb carrying the burial spices they had prepared. They found the entrance stone rolled back from the tomb, so they walked in. But once inside, they couldn’t find the body of the Master Jesus.

 They were puzzled, wondering what to make of this. Then, out of nowhere it seemed, two men, light cascading over them, stood there. The women were awestruck and bowed down in worship. The men said, “Why are you looking for the Living One in a cemetery? He is not here, but raised up. Remember how he told you when you were still back in Galilee that he had to be handed over to sinners, be killed on a cross, and in three days rise up?” Then they remembered Jesus’ words.

Scripture Reference: Luke 24:1-8, The Message

Image Credit: Alex St. Jean