Good Friday

    Ah, Good Friday. Easter is probably my favorite holiday. And it's not just because of the candy (although that is a lovely addition). It's because of the true meaning: The death and Resurrection of Jesus Christ. How much these things mean to me I cannot say in words. 

    As a child (if I have even moved on from childhood :P), I knew that the meaning of Easter was the day that Jesus rose from the dead, but not until recent years did I take into account what this meant. This meant that Christ had already died for my sins and conquered death, and now he had risen again. He revealed himself to many people on earth so that they could tell others about his sacrifice. Then he ascended to heaven to sit on the right hand of the Father, leaving behind hope where there was once was none.

    I thank God that He revealed all this to me. That I have the hope that Jesus died to give: the hope of eternal life to live with him in heaven. He has also given me a light to shine into the darkness of this world. If you are reading this and have never heard this news before, I urge you to find a Bible and read the entire Gospel. See what God has done for you! I wish that I could convey the Gospel better, but I hope that you can at least understand why I love it so much. And why I love Easter and Good Friday so much. On Good Friday he died. On Easter he rose victorious.

    Enjoy your Easter!

   -Bailey

 # 22- Easter
    23- Good Friday
    24- Hope
    25- How much God loves me, and how much He loves you.

   
     

Memorial Day and Why We Remember It

    Hello all! I hope you have had a great Memorial Day weekend! I have :) I thought that maybe I would share why Memorial Day is so special to me. For one thing: Freedom isn't free. Thousands...millions of men have died for our country and our freedom.

   The second thing: I have had family in the wars. They didn't die. At least the ones I knew or knew of. My great-great-Uncle Max was a WWII hero. He fought off battalions of German soldiers by himself!! Protecting the few survivors that were left, he blew up tanks, and shot machine guns until the barrels literally melted. When he arrived home to his small town, he was welcomed as a hero.

  The other family member that was in a war was my Uncle Ronnie. He was my grandfather's brother. He served two (I think it was two) tours in Vietnam. In February, he passed away from an illness. He was really special to our family, and I am glad to remember him today.

  Our country has been through a lot, and mostly on the backs of the common soldier have we come through. Soldiers are most definitely not common. They are faithful, unselfish, and have a passion for their country.

   Well, we are having a little get-together with some friends today to celebrate so I'm off to finish cleaning and helping mom get food. Have a wonderful and blessed memorial day! -Bailey