Today we celebrated Easter and the beauty and significance
of this restorative and miraculous day.
After church, a few guests enjoyed an Easter meal together
with my family.
The best part of the evening was going around the room and
each taking a turn to finish this sentence:
"Because He rose..."
Everyone mentioned something different and unique to them and
their personal relationships with Christ.
But Lottie said, "because He rose, I will be able to see Topher again."
Then I got choked up and teary.
Then I cried through everyone's responses.
How lucky I feel to have a Savior who loves us and offers us grace,
and mercy, and who makes it possible to see our loved ones who've gone on.
When it was my turn, I read a little from one of the
most beautiful talks given by
Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin called "Sunday Will Come.":
"Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the
universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our
world lie littered about us in pieces.
We all will experience those broken times when it seems
we can never be put together again.
We will all have our Fridays.
But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—Sunday will come.
In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come.
No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come.
In this life or the next, Sunday will come.
I testify to you that the Resurrection is not a fable.
We have the personal testimonies of those who saw Him.
Thousands in the Old and New Worlds witnessed the risen Savior.
They felt the wounds in His hands, feet, and side.
They shed tears of unrestrained joy as they embraced Him."