It wasn’t the Easter we had planned. There was no big dinner. There was no cousin time. We missed services at our home church. We did a hastily thrown together egg hunt and some last minute Easter baskets. We got home late this evening with a few complications. And we are all getting to bed very, very late.

But in the end, none of that matters. Today wasn’t about baskets, or eggs, or a big dinner around a large table with family.

Today was about an empty tomb. It was about the redemption of sin, about God becoming man to carry our sin and folly, to feel the full wrath of judgement so that we could be spared. My sin held him on that cross, and likewise my heart was redeemed that blessed Sunday long ago.