“My heart is steadfast, O God; I will sing and make music with all my soul. Awake, harp and lyre! I will awaken the dawn (Psalm 108:1,2).”
I am a terrible morning person. I have loud noise and too much activity around me. The name of this blog is quite appropriate in this regard. I like a slow new day.
LatelyI have been getting up quite early to go to work. This most recent week, as I have opened the garage door, I have been greeting my a nice dawn most everry morning. The sky is blue, yellow and red and the mountains in the distance are beautiful. It is also quiet at that hour. So this past week most days have been just as I like them, nice and easy on the senses.
I can imagine the first Easter morning as a cool spring day with ever approaching sunlight. The Easter sunrise services I have been to would give the impression that a calm, quiet dawn is what the opening of the first Resurrection Day would have been like. Not so, however.
The women who went to the tomb of Jesus at dawn that morning met up with an earthquake, bright lights and strange beings (Matthew 28:1-3). They also found that the tomb was empty. One of the unusual creatures clothed in light told them that Jesus had risen (Luke 24:1-6).
On top of all this, as these women ran away from the tomb to tell their friends of these events, Jesus addressed them. At least the Scriptures give the idea of a quiet, calm greeting (Matthew 28:8-10). But the women were afraid. I could see them jumping out of their skins. A sudden springing motion occurs frequently if I approach my wife from behind quietly and say something.
Knowing my nature, I don’t think I would have liked the first Easter morning. Too much excitement. But I am sure glad it happened. Easter to me is the most important day on the calendar because it is a celebration of the reality that He is risen. Indeed!