Friday was the day He was nailed to the Cross. Saturday was the day of silence. Sunday was the day He arose.
Today is the day that He lives.
There are many days in my life where I hear nothing but silence. I impatiently wait in the silence wondering what is going to be spoken.
There are days where the silence sounds like death.
Then, there are days where I choose to listen. And breaking through the silence is overwhelming love and peace.
The day Christ was nailed to the Cross was the day the veil was broken. From top to bottom, it was broken.
That veil is still broken today, friends.
The veil is broken and beckoning us to come. And boldly do we get to come.
Boldly do we get to approach the throne of God.
Face to face, hand in hand. Whispers of words that come out as shouts.
Rejoicing that He is alive. Rejoicing that we are free. Rejoicing that we are no longer slaves to sin. Rejoicing that we are loved!
It's the art of celebration.
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