A heavy bank of clouds obscured our view of the sunrise, but at least the rain stopped while we hiked.
Even without direct visual evidence, the songbirds and increasing light reassured us that the sun had indeed risen.
The Son (Christ) is risen!
I love the way that our Creator built in regular rhythms of renewal from the beginning of time: night turning into day, winter turning into spring, aging turning into the birth of a new generation…
We have reason to hope, friends! Christ is risen! He is risen indeed!