"I'm going up maple mountain tomorrow at six for Easter if anyone wants to come."
I don't know what made me think that it would be fun to get out of bed at six o'clock to hike up a mountain, but on Sunday morning, before dawn, I found myself with Jeremy, Justin and Nicole hiking in the fresh morning air. We hiked in silence. Good Friday was just two days before. A day that we remembered the death of Jesus at the hands of sinful men. It was a somber mood as we walked and remembered. We made it to what we thought would be a good place to stop and we paused. Jeremy said some words and we sang some songs and something began to stir. Then Justin prayed. He spoke softly, as he recalled and thanked Jesus for his work on the cross, then he said
"Thank you Jesus, now may we shout it from the mountaintops, HE IS RISEN!!!" His voice echoed through the forest and over the waters as he screamed those words at the top of his voice.
Jeremy spoke after Justin had finished. "I feel like the disciples must have felt when they were at the empty tomb. Just before they went running to tell the good news to the others."
And we were like them, we did run. We ran all the way down Maple Mountain shouting and singing, "Have you not heard? He is risen!"
Our sorrow was turned into joy and our tears to laughter. He is risen and I want to live always like the disciples as a herald of that news. He is Risen
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