This Sunday at Peace

Scripture: Luke 24:1-12

a note from Holly

We catch up early in the morning. I mean early. My friend Cindy is up by 3:30 or 4:00 am.

We met in sixth grade when her family moved from Dallas to Arlington and they joined First Christian Church. We became leaders of the youth group and shared a call into ministry. I followed Cindy to Texas A&M, and then we roomed together at TCU’s Brite Divinity School.

Often our early morning conversations are about hope—hanging on to it. It’s not just the world, it’s family stuff, too. We’ve supported one another through loss, and we’ve found our way to the light. Not once, but over and over through the years.

I think of those women who were up early on that Easter morning—walking together, preparing to touch a lifeless body.

That’s not what they found.

There is a lot here: a journey with friends; an openness to the brokenness, a willingness to touch, to hope, to risk.

Thankful, as ever, for the journey we share.

Holly