broken

His name was Thomas. A kid like that deserves to have his name remembered. He was so excited to see the bunny - his face told the whole story. His face was the only part of him that could. Thomas' body was twisted by MS. He got through life with a small motorized wheelchair and two loving parents. These two parents were here to make sure that Thomas could see the Easter Bunny.

When something like that happens, you know you've entered a sacred moment. I was to be a sacrament to Thomas. As they lifted his broken body - useless by our standards - onto the lap of the bunny I could feel the weight of angels looking on in wonder. Why is the God of the universe in love with this coney island sideshow of creation?

In that moment I believed we were beautiful.

No one chooses to have their body broken...useless. Unless, of course, it's for love.

Last night Jesus died.

Broken

His body, by our standards, useless

No one would choose this...unless it was for love. When love is involved, the useless becomes powerful and the broken will rise again.

Today the King rests.

Tomorrow it's a whole new day.