While my Christmas celebrations are public in a way that few are my Easter celebrations are quite the opposite.
I consider Christmas to be a sacred event, as much as Easter, but for whatever reason Easter is just more personal.
I suppose it is because I think in my heart that while I can help the world understand Christmas I just cannot begin to adequately express my love and understanding of Easter.
It is difficult enough for me to fathom the depth of what really happened that Easter morning. Perhaps the words of the old hymn "I Know That My Redeemer Lives" begins to explain:
I know that my Redeemer lives,
What comfort this sweet sentence gives?
He lives, he lives who once was dead,
He lives, my ever living head!
Two powerful words.
I have here on these pages explained the very human story
surrounding those individuals involved in Jesus' birth.