Hope dawns on a dark and broken world.
The world has been shaken.
Now only the unshakeable remains.
We scrambled up the hill as the horizon lightened, pinkened behind us.
The world was still, but the birds were already lifting their voices to greet the dawn, singing in expectation. And we joined the birds, welcoming the dawn with song.
The lights of the city switched off. The city was dark, like a stage set just before the opening act.
At the edge of the horizon, at the darkest moment there was a speck of hope,
Like the rumble of a stone being rolled away.
Before our eyes, hope grew, the red, glowing orb greeted the day, waking from its slumber.
Hope grew, a black, empty tomb greeting the morning.
The hill lightened and the shadows fell away.
The resurrection is as sure as the sunrise.
The sunrise is not canceled.
Easter is not canceled.
Jesus is alive.
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