It's Friday, but Sunday's comin'

He is no longer here, for He is risen! What words of comfort on this Good Friday afternoon, when sorrow filled the hearts of the believers on that first Good Friday. We KNOW that Resurrection Day is coming, but they didn't. They thought they had lost their only saviour. But we KNOW it was only a temporary loss. They mourned. But we are ready to celebrate.

Happy Resurrection Day, all you who pass by.

The photo of my Night Blooming Cereus was taken last summer. The plant looks wierdly limp, and shows little sign of life all year. Then one evening the buds mature, and during the NIGHT the flower comes to life, opening a tiny hole that you can look into and see the intricate design. Then it unfurls and spreads to about 7 inches across. Big as my hand opened wide. No one would see it unless they believed me. No one would notice it's fragrance unless they were told to sniff the air. It's like resurrection. You gotta believe it, or you won't see it.