It just so happened that we arrived on Easter Sunday. The cheapy European airlines only fly certain days, so it was our only choice. We had planned on serving at our church. Singing in Albanian, helping serve lunch, praying with guests. But God told us clearly to go. He had a different kind of Easter in mind for us.
So as our church family gathered, we flew north. And we breathed. We walked on sidewalks without potholes. We marveled at cathedrals. We feasted on sausage with sauerkraut. We listened to the bells ring over Munich. We felt ourselves rejuvenate. We laughed, filled our lungs, and laughed some more.
We went to many churches in Germany and heard beautiful choirs, but on that particular day, we didn't. The gospel of Jesus' resurrection was so tangible. Even in the air. Prishtina air is full of toxins. We love our little city, but the truth of the matter is that it could kill you. I can't tell you how significant it was for God to pluck us out of that, even for a time, and put us in a place where we could breathe. It reminded me how much He cares for us, how much we can have in Him. Jesus is always pulling us out of death and into life. He did it on Easter, when He emptied the tomb. And He does it now, even when we just need something different in our lungs.
Hallelujah, He is Risen. May you walk in the light of His life.
Elizabeth (and Sam)
PS: More on Germany later this week. Hoping to do smaller, more-frequent updates.
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Sam & Elizabeth Steere
3601 Ginger Creek Dr.
Springfield, IL 62711