It was a different Easter this year. Mike is in a village of Guatemala without the means to communicate with us back home until next Tuesday night, and something just seemed missing all day today. Yet I couldn't help but wonder what it must have been like today celebrating a risen Savior in a primitive, poverty-stricken village in the Guatemalan jungle without candy, eggs, or a certain Bunny. I also couldn't help but remember another Easter when our family was separated.
Seven years ago on Easter Sunday, Mike and I left for Charleston after Sunday school to begin medical tests to re-stage his lymphoma. He had to begin drinking contrast at noon on Sunday, and we had to be checked into a hotel by then. So we left our 9, 7 and 5 year olds with aunts, uncles and cousins...oh my! (If you know the G Team, you know it's not a far stretch to liken them to lions, tigers, and bears.)
Neither separation was wonderful, but what a difference seven years makes! Mike went from weak and sickly to strong and mighty; from fighting cancer to striving for the gospel; from hoping to receive good news from the doctors to preaching the good news to the unreached.
So much has changed, yet He's the same yesterday, today and forever. Happy Easter.