easter

i can't remember ever wondering what easter must be like in eternity.  now i do because my brother is there.  He would love it.  Whatever 'it' is for them.  I can imagine huge celebrations.  Maybe those who were not there on that 1st Good Friday get to see what it really was like 1st hand.  See the battles in our world and the spiritual world that Jesus had to wage as our Saviour.   I imagine my brother listening and watching intently so as not to miss any bit of this incredible story that we, as believers, have all made our own.  He loved history and he loved conspiracy and spiritual battles so I can imagine him loving Easter in eternity.

As for me.  I woke up early, and found myself in the kitchen singing the old rugged cross.  One of my Dad's favourite songs.  I can imagine him singing it in eternity with choirs filled of angels.  How much more meaning this must have for him now.

Me, I'm just grateful that I am saved.  That both my brother and father were saved.  That because of my Lord and Saviour I will meet them again.