in the dark

Yesterday it stormed in Jasper, GA.  I'm talking hail, extreme winds, torrential rains, fallen trees and power outages.  I'm staying the weekend at Sharptop with Jacob's family.  After chain-sawing a fallen tree on the driveway, collecting lanterns and generators, and cooking dinner campfire style in a gas grill we watched "Bedtime Stories" together.  Then we all went to bed.  As I laid in bed it dawned on me that it was Good Friday... not for the first time, but for the first time in hours.  Maybe it was semi symbolic that I lived in darkness for a few hours last night on the day Christ died.  Sure, it would have been more symbolic if I'd recognized it in the midst of the darkness, but meaningful just the same.  Before I fell asleep, I thought of how church families all of the world had gathered together to reverently  remember and reflect on the sacrifice God made on that day many years ago so that his people might be reconciled to Himself.  Death to life.  Darkness to light.  This morning I woke to light and life.  I am truly thankful.