Find Your Own Place

One female oriole ventured to an empty place, but before she could even get her beak into the tasty purple jelly, one male bird chided loudly in bird language, “Find your own place!”  Which she did – in the nearby pine tree.

What If…?

What if I lived as though Jesus’ resurrection demonstrates power in a way that surpasses my wildest dreams?  
What if I actually become a believer?
What if she’s just making this  stuff up about Jesus and eternal life?  
What if I had the chance to go into the past to meet my ancestors or go into the future to meet my great-great-grandchildren; how would I describe myself?

Light Overcame Darkness

The sun peeked over the horizon. “Look!” one woman exclaimed, pointing at the tomb.  They squinted to see that the stone had been rolled away.  The women ran, then clasping each others hands, they crept into the tomb.  They stared in disbelief.