Got to church early this morning to claim our spot on a back row in case things got messy. It was our first attempt with Finn. Only had to change him twice and just three ladies tried to hide him in their purses.
At one point, I took Finn to the back to rock him in my arms and prevent an outburst. I sang along with thankful fervor and unleashed joy as Joey led us in worship to the Lamb. The notion that He did not stay in the grave but was resuscitated for us changes everything. A few of my favorite hymns are sung on Easter Sunday. Such simple lyrics, but such colossal truths:
What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
What can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
O, precious is the flow; that makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know; nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Jesus paid it all.
All to Him I owe.
Sin had left a crimson stain;
He washed it white as snow.
Let no one caught in sin remain inside the lie of inward shame.
We fix our eyes upon the cross and run to Him who showed great love.
And bled for us; freely You bled for us…
O death, where is your sting? O hell, where is your victory?
O church, come stand in the light! Our God is not dead;
He’s alive! He’s alive!