NOTE: I DID NOT SAY I AM A MORNING PERSON. I really do like snuggling down under the covers and catching an extra few moments of shuteye in the morning, but when I force myself out early I find just how much I love a new morning.
I especially love early mornings in the spring and summer. I love getting outside before the sun begins to crest over the local hills and enjoy the briskness of the morning air. Just before the sun rises the bird song is incredible. It is if as they too are enjoying the blessing of a new day. At no time in the rest of the day are their songs so full and sweet. They sing at the expectation of the new day.
The birdsong, the still, cool morning air, the dew upon grass and spider web, speak of the reality that God was at work while I slept, and place in my heart the hope of new possibilities in the day that is before me. The death of night is fading and the life of the new day is rising.
I suppose that is why the resurrection of Jesus Christ was a morning event. It was a new day of new beginnings. The night of death had been powerfully swept away, and the dawning of a new Day had begun. The women and the disciples came that early morning of the first day of the week with the dust of death still clouding their eyes, they came as sleep-walkers only to be startled awake by the power of a new beginning. It was a morning in which I am sure the angels sang their songs full and sweet, for the Lord had risen, death was defeated, sin atoned for, and a new grace-filled day had begun!
Don’t you just love new mornings?!
He is risen! He is risen, indeed!