Recalled To Life

When I was little I loved to be read bible stories. 

We had several versions of the bible in our house, and I recall two in particular that had great pictures that helped bring the stories to life. 

And ever since I was little I always loved the stories from Holy Week. 

Unfortunately, when I asked my mom to read them too me, she often said no because they were "too sad". It's not always natural for a little kid to want to hear stories of betrayal, trial, crucifixion, and death. But I wasn't concentrating on the literal details, no, I was focusing on the feelings of Jesus during that time. Because somewhere in the back of my little brain, I knew that life wasn't always going to be easy, and that I would need to learn how to deal with betrayal, loneliness, grief, and pain, and the stories of Good Friday taught me just that. 

That, and they taught me hope. 

Because after every Good Friday...comes Easter Sunday. 

And after death...comes life. 

Hallelujah. Hallelujah. Holy, holy, holy, hallelujahs.