Loren woke us up with morning with a blaring song of praise to the Risen Lord. He cranked up the radio and bounced on the bed like a little boy saying, "He is Risen!" We got out of bed muttering "He is risen, indeed," but it wasn't long before we were all dancing around praising the Lord. I am sure we looked funny with bed head and sleepy eyes, but it seemed the only right way to respond. I loved waking up this way. I felt alive...which I think is the point of Easter Sunday for believers. I have always been totally in love with Loren's enthusiasm for life and today I fell in love again with his enthusiasm for Life, with a capital L. He gets it.
I loved waking up this way so much that we have decided that we are gonna do this every Sunday. (We talked about doing this every day and quickly agreed that Loren's early morning routine and my "sleep in as late as the girls will let me" routine would not allow for this to happen very long with happy hearts all around.) Sunday is the day we set completely aside to remember who God is and what He has done. While this happens in a somewhat grander way on Easter, it is no more true then, than it is on any other day of the year. So, on Sundays, we are gonna wake up with a song on the radio, in hopes that it will put a song in our hearts. That it will prepare us to meet the Lord with joy and thanksgiving and enthusiam. That it will cause us to remember that he came to give us Life...to make us alive.