Opus 2026-176: What a Difference…

I remember a song that went,

What a difference a day makes,
Twenty four little hours.

Think of the difference between the disciples on Saturday and how they should have felt on Sunday.  It took them a bit of time to really accept the resurrection and it did not take hold until Pentecost, but what a difference it made.

We are in the midst of that Saturday.  Good Friday was the crucifixion.  Sunday was the Resurrection.  We are remembering that never-never land of gloom and doom. But we have the benefit of hindsight.

What a difference two thousand years makes.  We know about the resurrection.  We know about the victory over death that represents.  Now all we have to worry about are taxes.  We are no longer in the upper room.  But too often we act like we are still there.

We may be forced back to that if we don’t wake up and trim the roses.  We are allowing our culture to push us out of the public square.  We are submitting to the silencing of the Marxists.  We forget that the victory is already ours.

So spend some time thinking about what it cost God to provide deliverance.  Think about the price Jesus paid.  He did not die for us to put our light under a bushel.  As we move toward a reminder of the empty grave be looking for a chance to share the hope that is in you.  If you don’t have that hope then ask yourself, “Why not?”

Homo unius libri