Sunday is my most favorite day of the week. I go and relax and I go and get filled. This Sunday proved to be a good one. However before I even got to service I had to manage my 3 bundles of joy. The boys were tired and sleepy. They stayed up until the cows came home that Saturday night playing their PS 3 games. They were unable to find the clothes that I told them to wear and then when they found them the illusive steamer to steam their clothes was something they just couldn't find. The clothes were wrinkly, they were moving way too slow and irritating me to no end. The little girl that I had to have was perky. She decided that the outfit we had picked out for church was ugly. She refused to put it on and when I went to look in her room to see if she was dressed there she sat with panties and bra; defiantly looking at me daring me to do something. I did. I yelled, I stomped, I screamed, I cursed, she was unmoved and unconcerned. I closed the door, I talked out loud to no one and then proceeded to tell all 3 of them how disappointed I was in them, how tired I am of them, how irritated they make me, how ungrateful they are - I mean I totally acted a fool. But alas, I was not finished yet. I went back into the room and proceeded to ask her one more time to get dressed and she stared at me and said I don'tike the clothes. I said (trying to remain calm - change my tactics - ha!)well what do you want to wear and she said I don't know. Well my friends, I said to her I have had enough, get dressed. She said nothing. I popped her on her legs several times, she cried and then I closed the door. A few minutes later I went back into the room and she was getting dressed.
I retreated to my room. I cried, I was tired, they made me tired. I prayed. When we all finally got into the van there was silence. We arrived late to church and I was none too happy. The minuted I got into the sanctuary I exhaled. I thanked the Lord and found our seat in the pews. As the service proceeded I became calm, they did too. I reached over and touched each one of them. It was gonna be a good one. Being a parent and being children of a single parent is not easy for either of us. They have to adjust to me and I have to adjust to them.
The sermon was of course about the resurrection of Our Lord and Savior. In Luke 24:1-8 it reads:
1 On the first day of the week, very early in the morning, the women took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb. 2 They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, 3 but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. 4 While they were wondering about this, suddenly two men in clothes that gleamed like lightning stood beside them. 5 In their fright the women bowed down with their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, “Why do you look for the living among the dead? 6 He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still with you in Galilee: 7 ‘The Son of Man must be delivered over to the hands of sinners, be crucified and on the third day be raised again.’ ” 8 Then they remembered his words.
The pastor said that the stone was not rolled away not because He was gone but so that we could get in. I was like oh my, you are so right. What would He need to roll the stone away for, if he could rise from the dead he could certainly get outta there without a problem? He rolled the stone away so that those coming could see that something was different. The tomb was open and all we had to do was walk in. Once in the amazement of the emptiness of the tomb reminds us that when Jesus is gone from us it is a lonely thing. He got up and left so that we could walk in and see that He got up. In his tomb we find life.
I needed to know that even when I act a fool, I can still get in.