Easter

One of the main reasons we joined our current home church was that the worship music was able to move me to tears and the sermons make sense. They take the bible stuff and make it mean something real. When I cried tears of home coming, I knew I had found the right place and we have never gone looking again.

This weekend was the conclusion of a four week series that started when my Mom was here, aptly called Canvas. It was about how big God is and how everything is for His glory, how we don't always see the whole picture even though we think we know what is going on. For the whole four weeks there where artist up on the stage (yes, it is that kind of church and that big) painting huge and complete pictures. When Mom went the picture was of a forest and a stream and then the pastor went a put a big black spot in the middle.

Each week was different and they promised at the end we'd see the whole picture...

Well today, on my favorite holiday of the year, I was moved to tears in church again. They took all these separated and complete pictures, that had nothing to do with each other at all, hung them from cables at the end of the service to music and it made the out stretched arm of Jesus.

The black spot was actually the nail hole and while it hung there they painted red around it and it dripped....

I cried, rubbed the back of a little child and prayed for my dog that was hit by a car.





An empty wooden cross stood on the stage.


He is risen indeed.