It has been over a week since Easter Sunday, and the awe of that celebration has yet to wear off. Every time I read the story of Mary Magdalene at the tomb, weeping for her Lord, questioning the man she believed to be the gardener and the Lord saying her name,"Mary", I get goosebumps. I have attended many a Easter Sunday in my 32 years, and the simplicity and the beauty of this service will forever be in my heart.
My sister and her husband pastor a small gathering of believers in Rexburg, Idaho. Rexburg is a small college town, home of Brigham Young University. The percentage of Mormons living here is over 90%. Mormonism is a false religion that has persuaded thousands of people that they can work their way to heaven. This is the town that Joe and Sus have been called to, and have served faithfully and joyfully for eight years. By the way, faithful and joyful service for God only comes from God. I am not trying to brag on Joe and Sus, I am merely trying to express my thoughts of knowing two people who sincerely allow Christ to be lived out through them on a daily basis. Allowing Christ to be seen in your life is simply a matter of putting self last and Christ first. Easy, eh?
Anyway, back to Easter. This small body of Christ in Rexburg gathered together early Sunday morning to enjoy a breakfast and to read the story of our Lord's resurrection. The service that followed was not a grand display of the talents and gifts that God has given His people, rather it was a simple offering of the heart. It reminded me of the story of the drummer boy coming to see the King at Christmas, and having nothing of material value to give, he played his drum. It was beautiful.
I have thought of that service daily since last week. What will I do when Christ says my name, "Debbie"? The desire of my heart is to immediately recognize His voice and respond, "Master".
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