I was in Virginia this morning to celebrate the resurrection of Jesus with my family. It may be the last sunrise service at Fort Monroe -so it was special. It was more than the harpest who played Holy Holy (worthy is the lamb) with delicate tones, more than the army band, the solo trumpet, more than the attendance of people who probably set their alarm clocks for 4:30 am so they could be on time... and more than the sun rising gently as we listened to a message about hope. In the cool morning air I sensed what the sunrise service was all about.
Here we are in 2011 when our country faces so much confusion and division - here we are in a time that underlying our daily functioning we still struggle with differences - here we are standing openly as Christians outside on a military base that will be closing down in the fall and we are declaring who we are in celebration of Jesus and what he died for. If he died so we could be saved from eternal death... honestly what do we have to worry about?
Even when we die... that is not the end either. We are eternal beings and we are created in the image of a God who draws us to him. That is why so many people discover a sense of spirituality as they go through life....they just don't realized where it comes from.
The message today was all about hope and being alive. The chaplain spoke life over the people repeatedly over an echoing microphone. This sermon reached beyond the surface of my soul and I wondered if everyone else was picking up on this.
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