Two days earlier the cross certainly
hadn’t looked like an invitation.
It was a little more recognizable when the empty space of an open-door
tomb enticed us to consider what had just occurred and offered us the
opportunity to leave our death there and walk out with a new life.
The whole story of heaven and
humanity pivoted here. Jesus
died. He rose. He lives.
“The crack of dawn at Easter
morning was really the sound of chains falling away.”—Steven James
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