Driving through the fog yesterday I was listening to a somewhat somber song by John Michael Talbot, when suddenly the music changed, and with an exultant rush the chorus almost shouted, "On the third day! On the third day! On the third day, He rose again!" Such a feeling of joy and sweetness filled my soul and overflowed down the edges. There are seasons of waiting, like those three days in the tomb when most of the believers faltered in their beliefs. There are seasons of mist and fog, and gray days, and stumbling. But because of that third day, because of Christ rising and ascending from the grave and then into heaven, the sun is always just around the corner.
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
My help cometh from the LORD, which made heaven and earth.
He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.
Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.
The LORD is thy keeper: the LORD is thy shade upon thy right hand.
The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
The LORD shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul.
The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
Psalm 121
