There is something holy about sunrise. It is the gift of a fresh new day. The colors are magnificent. The earth wakes up gently.
You cannot and should not hurry a sunrise. We can move our clocks back in the fall and forward in the spring, but we have no power over the moment the sun comes up to warm another day.
"His coming is as brilliant as the sunrise. Rays of light flash from his hands, where his awesome power is hidden." -Habakkuk 3:2
Each day is wonderous. When on vacation with Matt and Jennifer, Matt and I love to watch the sunrise together. Randy likes to walk the beach (Jennifer needs a little more sleep.) It is a holy, shared moment. On ordinary days, it is easy to focus on the morning destination and the work planned for the day.
I cannot help but think of the Sunday morning at the tomb when the women who loved Jesus went to properly prepare His body for death. It was at sunrise, and they found the stone rolled away and the body gone. At first, they believed it to be stolen... until they came face to face with their risen Lord.
The risen Son at sunrise. He broke the power of death and darkness like the sunrise breaks the death of night. One "Son"-rise changed everything.
Today, I am grateful for the 'Son"-rise at sunrise.
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