Someone asked a question to me and some friends on Sunday.
"Is there anything in your life that makes sense only because of the Resurrection?"
I just smiled [an under my breath kind of smile where nobody really sees it... because it's really just between me and Him anyway.]
"Yes!" i thought. "This only makes sense because of You!"
I'm grateful that this question makes me smile. I want to come back to this question when I can't see when driving my scooter to class. When I can't take my hands off the handles long enough to open my helmet's shield-thing so I can reach my eyes to wipe off tears. Crying because I can't remember why this is worth living in a foreign place.
I love moments [and God is good to make these moments frequent in my thought life] where He reminds me that the only explanation is because of this resurrection life, outside of that it doesn't make sense.