Easter Sunday dawned overcast and cloudy. I took a walk, and wouldn't you know it? Stumbled upon the Easter Bunny's tracks.
(which - okay. Were slightly curled up around the edges from the moisture. And maybe - MAYBE - looked more like the footprints of a small 4-toed human than a bunny...and - curiouser and curiouser - were in fact portable.)
We read the instructions and followed the tracks.
She just loves these slippers. We could hardly get her out of them.
The resurrection of Jesus changes the face of death for all His people. Death is no longer a prison, but a passage into God’s presence. Easter says you can put truth in a grave, but it won’t stay there.
Clarence W. Hall