The sun is out but the snow patches are not melting. It is
still bitterly cold, colder than it’s been for Easter in fifty years here. The dirt
paths are still muddy messes, along which Dusty and I slithered our way this
morning and again this afternoon.
Jesus is the Son, the radiance of the Father’s glory. His
love is warm and enveloping and should melt every cold heart. And yet, though
yesterday was his day, the day on which he rose victorious over death and evil,
the snow patches of many peoples’ hearts remained frozen and unmelting.
How does that happen? How can people be utterly unmoved by
the overwhelming love of God? How can they remain ice cold towards their
creator and maker, who has given everything for them?
How indeed.
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