04/20/2025
He is Risen—Right Here on the Water’s Edge.
This morning, under a sky painted with resurrection light, we gathered at the ferry landing to witness the miracle all over again.
No building. No windows or doors. Just raw, unfiltered glory.
Waves lapping the shore.
Chill in the air.
Tears falling like rain.
Chains breaking in the silence between testimonies and the message of grace and hope.
As the sun rose a little before our arrival, so did our hearts—
Because the grave is empty, and hope is alive.
To everyone who showed up in the dark—seeking the Light—thank you for being part of something sacred.
The tomb couldn’t hold Him. And now, nothing can hold us either.
