Let the poor man say I am rich again
Let the lost man say I am found again
Let the blind man say I can see again
Let the dead man say I am born again
We all need a miracle this Easter. Badly.
We have it.
Right now, fireworks are booming like thunder in the nightly sky everywhere in my country. Most of them (maybe all) thrown by people who have no idea what they are celebrating.
The Saviour of the world. He is alive. Now and forever. Yes.