Easter Sunday

On the third day the friends of Christ coming at daybreak to the place found the grave empty and the stone rolled away. In varying ways they realized the new wonder; but even they hardly realized that the world had died in the night. What they were looking at was the first day of a new creation, with a new heaven and a new earth; and in a semblance of the gardener God walked again in the garden, in the cool not of the evening but the dawn. – G.K. Chesterton, The Everlasting Man

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  • Maolsheachlann

    I want prose poems from Mark Shea!

    Happy Easter!

  • Mark R

    Christ is risen!

  • Andy, Bad Person

    What they were looking at was the first day of a new creation, with a new heaven and a new earth

    FUN FACT: This idea of the “Eighth day of creation” is why Baptismal fonts almost universally are octagonal.