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Easter Morning

I wonder what Jesus thought about
when he woke up on Easter morning.

Did it feel like the morning after the worst bar fight you’ve ever seen?
A hangover for the ages?
Or the greatest joy you’ve ever known?

He’d just participated in the ultimate trust exercise.
What kind of trust does it take to “Yes, I will die for this cause,” believing that you’ll be resurrected?
He had to be scared. After all the miracles and wisdom, he was still human.

I wonder what was the first thing Jesus did on Easter morning.
Maybe once he discovered he was alive, he laid back down, closed his eyes, and jumped back up, just so he could rediscover his resurrection all over again.  I think I would.
Imagine that joy, that delight in discovering your own rebirth.
Imagine doing that every day.