09 April 2007
Driving home Friday, after errands, I passed the cemetary which is the usual route when coming from that part of town. I turned the corner and could see a burial taking place. A large group of people stood gathered around the casket. I couldn't help but wonder was it a father/mother, wife/husband, son/daughter, sister/brother, aunt/uncle, friend, confidant or perhaps neighbour? I don't know. My eyes welled up with tears for a moment. That person being laid to rest mattered to the people who gathered there.
I continued the short drive home. Only minutes later did I see a man outside cutting his lawn. It wasn't the man so much that I noticed, it was the playful and happy dog that begged his attention while he stood behind the mower. I smiled big and laughed out loud.
I arrived home. In that brief ten minutes drive, I had gone from simple mundane driving, to tears in my eyes, to laughing out loud.
Life is a series of moments. Great, and some not so great. Thus far, the great definitely outweigh the not so great.
Today is Easter, and at this moment I am reminded of the hope and life I have in Him. That this life, my series of moments, will one day die physically but never spiritually.
Wishing everyone a beautiful Easter filled with love and hope.