Tuesday, April 03, 2007
My dear E,
This Sunday as I watched the church rejoice at the entrance of our King, my thoughts went to you. I looked at the palms strewn down the crimson aisle, and at the end of the aisle my eyes caught sight of the cross.
I've never looked at Easter this way. Easter reminds me where my hope is found. But his gift was bigger than just me. This Easter, I am grateful. YOUR life will be tainted with sin. But I can hope for so much more than sin and guilt in your life. And this is why. (I know this is a bit preemptive but...)
Khristos voskres!
Voistinu voskres!
(Christ is risen!
Indeed, he is risen!)
This Sunday as I watched the church rejoice at the entrance of our King, my thoughts went to you. I looked at the palms strewn down the crimson aisle, and at the end of the aisle my eyes caught sight of the cross.
I've never looked at Easter this way. Easter reminds me where my hope is found. But his gift was bigger than just me. This Easter, I am grateful. YOUR life will be tainted with sin. But I can hope for so much more than sin and guilt in your life. And this is why. (I know this is a bit preemptive but...)
Khristos voskres!
Voistinu voskres!
(Christ is risen!
Indeed, he is risen!)
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