Resurrection

I know: I'm a week early; Easter isn't until next Sunday. But I was watching "Finding Faith in Jesus Christ" with the kids tonight and wanted to share it with anyone who might be interested. I know a lot of my followers are religious, and this is the most beautiful movie I've ever seen on the resurrection. If you click on the title, the link will take you right to the movie. It's not a pirated version - so you don't have to worry about it being illegal - and the movie is only 28 minutes, 50 seconds. One of my little brothers was living with us when this movie came out, and, after we watched it the first time, he quietly told us the actor playing Jesus had been in one of his classes at UVSC. He said he'd thought the guy was kind of weird because of the way he looked. Seeing him in the movie put a whole new perspective on the actor's appearance and what he might have gone through to play the role he'd been assigned. The guy could have explained his appearance, but he didn't.

So, resurrection, it's been on my mind. A friend died last week. They've asked any of the children she taught who so desire to sing at her funeral tomorrow, and Robyn is going to sing. Betty was a wonderful teacher, and we'll miss her.

Also, Jackee posted a lovely tribute to her mother (whose ovarian cancer has relapsed) that got me thinking about mine. This May, it'll be ten years since her car accident. I miss her, but I know she's a force for good, working hard at whatever is most important. She always had a knack for seeing what needed to be done, and she worked harder than anyone I've ever met. I like to think of her being with my two sisters and brother who didn't get to spend as much time with her as the other seven of us.

I'm grateful I was blessed with such a mother and friend. I believe that Jesus Christ atoned for our sins and was resurrected so that we can be together again. I believe that Betty will get to be with her husband and that we can all be with those we love most. A loving Father in Heaven wouldn't have planned it any other way.

Thanks for letting me share what's on my mind. What's on yours?

I just realized that this post might lead someone to think that death doesn't bother me, that I don't grieve. It does, and I do. If you want to know how I feel about my mother's death on a bad night, read this post. When Lazarus died, Jesus wept.