The mysterious day after is just that, mysterious. Or is it really just the day before? Good Friday has bled into the void of Saturday. But the soul’s eternal wound of sin won’t heal until Sunday. What on earth do humans do with Saturday? It makes my head spin.
Our travel countdown clock for Sunday’s Israel departure is mysterious too. With one day remaining our minds and hearts are no longer in the USA. But our bodies and Easter Sunday conversations remain anchored here for another 24 hours.
There is no solution. We simply wait.
Sunday will come. Resurrection life will roll in.
Then the engines will spool up as 65,000 pounds of thrust propels us down Denver’s long runway.
This is it.
Prayer Requests
Travel Mercies.
Musical Gear Arrival.
Health.
The Compassion & Power of our risen Christ to flow through Mark and I.