The Sun Had Risen
Stars twinkled in the sky, as the first cars pulled into the parking lot.
Their headlights beamed over the ocean waters, competing with the circling light
from the towering lighthouse behind us. Children yawned, as their parents lifted
them from their safety seats. A light breeze chilled the congregation gathering
on the rocks of Peggy's Cove, Nova Scotia. Some shivered beneath heavy coats,
which did little to block the pre- dawn cold.
Our pastor climbed to the highest rock. We waited patiently for her to speak.
The sky grew lighter over the eastern sky, turning the waters red. "Every day
the sun sets." She began. "Every morning it rises again. We're disappointed to
see it leave us each evening, but we're not sad. We have faith in our sun. We
know it will rise again." She spoke for many minutes, touching our hearts and
souls with her words of faith and love.
The sky grew brighter. The choir assembled on the cliffs in front of us. They
lead us in song. As the last words echoed out of the ocean, the sun appeared
over the horizon.
It was Easter morning.
The Son had risen.
Michael T. Smith
mtsmith@qwestonline.com