tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526247.post-18122919591328650222008-03-22T17:14:00.001+11:002008-03-22T17:14:58.108+11:00<span style="font-size:85%;">On the Third Day, a few women found his tomb empty. They thought his body had been stolen. When in fact he was alive again. He has rebuilt the Temple, like he said he would.<br /><br />On the Third Day, Love wins. My Lord has crushed death once and for all, and for all of us.<br /><br />But before that Third Day came the first and the second. There was anguish in the garden. Betrayal by a kiss and denials before the rooster crows. Trials. Flogging. Abandonment. Separation. Mocking. Blood. Burial. Mourning. That's what it takes.<br /><br />I believe the victory that the Third Day brought. But I know there's that first and second day; and somehow I am with my Lord and He is with me in those days also.<br /><br />And so I eagerly wait. Oh, I wait. </span>Faetrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02735911642102050034noreply@blogger.com