The Morning After2
1 Corinthians 15:55 O death, where [is] thy sting? O grave, where [is] thy victory?
So it’s the morning after Easter. The morning after all of our hopes were renewed. The morning after love won.
How do you feel?
Did you wake up to texts from your friends saying “He is risen!”?
Was your facebook live feed page full of people reminding you why we celebrate Easter?
Or are you in a sugar coma from all of the chocolate that you indulged in?
Or do you remember more what the Easter Bunny brought for you or your family?
I’ll be the first to admit, I’m a little sad that I don’t get an easter basket any longer. I’ll also be the first to admit that I dwell more on that than the fact that Christ rose to give me new life.
After not having sugar for 40 days, I indulged some yesterday…then spent most of the evening in the bathroom not feeling well. I’m sorry. It’s a little gross. But it’s true.
Our message yesterday morning was about remembering and celebrating. How we have no problem retelling a joke or a good story. Those are easy and fun to tell. But this thing, the one thing that we have between us and an eternity in hell, we don’t share? Man, I am soooo guilty of this. I love telling a story. I love writing a good story. But when it comes to THE story, the one hat gives us grace and a hope for a better today, I waiver.
This is the story we should crave to hear over and over and over again.
This is the story we should crave to tell. over and over and over again.
So this morning as I’m sitting here trying to get over the sugar-induced headache/stomach ache, while I’m trying to be a little more productive than usual, while I’m going about my day as if nothing is special or new, I’m trying to remember that this is the morning after. The morning after my life was saved. The morning after the sting of death was removed. The morning after Jesus stirred for the first time in three days and hope was renewed.
What are you going to do with your morning after?