‘Why do you look for the living amongst the dead? He is not here. He is risen.’

No doubt about it, Easter is about rebirth. The greatest victory to end it all. Jesus beat death. And in doing so we live.

This Easter has been especially reflective for us. We didn’t spend it together. In fact we were in three different places, but it was the most special one we’ve ever had.

I was at a church small group meeting when a person at my table stated that God doesn’t go to hell. I silently disagreed with that person. I think Jesus went when He was crucified to stick his middle finger up before He beat death, and I think God does go – I am convinced He’s taken me with Him a few times.

Over the past year I have gone into drug dens, gang houses and back alleys with Him to get the lost. In the last few months I have performed life saving measures while she died in my arms for a brief moment – only because He woke me up. More recently we have been a tag team as exhaustion got the better of me. Yet one more time He dove into the pit to lift our girl out again.

And this time she’s on higher ground.

She’s on higher ground because He went to get her. He didn’t shake and tremble at the gates of death. He didn’t knock quietly and wait for an answer. He burst in, ripped through the flames and the dark and grabbed her.

He made promises that she would not know death. He keeps those promises.

It’s no coincidence that the weekend of His resurrection and rebirth is the same as her new chapter. Right timing, right hospital, right healing, right program, right people. Looking to Jesus.

If this post doesn’t make sense then I’ve done a good job at giving you a snapshot at how our lives have been for so the past six months. It’s made no sense, but God….