Easter greetings from Ian and Pauline

This is a photo taken outside our home in Eastern Canada.

Pauline is my wife and also the secretary who edits my daily post of "Breakfast with Ian".

Therefore, if there are any spelling or grammatical errors guess who is to blame.

We take this opportunity to wish all our readers a blessed and peace filled Easter with your family and friends.

Ian and Pauline.

Last post until after Easter.

Easter: our wake-up call

There have been several sightings recently of Elvis and Michael. Here is the latest from North East Arkansas.

How is it that good, sincere people will subscribe to the hocus-pocus of Elvis and Michael alive from the dead on a tropical island yet mock at the notion of an empty tomb in Jerusalem?

Well I guess if you don't want to believe the simple facts of the Christian narrative, you will believe any fanciful tale that Hell can cook up .... including Elvis and Michael in Arkansas.

The true message of Easter allows us to look through an open window to Heaven while our feet remain firmly planted on this planet.

Ian

Rising from the dead. Think about it.

Well, Easter is the time for us to give the matter of our own resurrection some thought.

How will we know Christ's voice, which He says will be our "Wake up Call" when we are in the grave?

Think of it this way. If you were to go into a field and scatter various pieces a scrap metal over its surface and leave it there.

After a few years they would be buried in the dust and soil.
Imagine going over that field with a powerful electro-magnet.

It would not be the zinc, the copper, the bronze or even the silver that would burst through the surface soil.

You are right! It would be the iron that would appear. Why? Because it is of the same nature as the Magnet.

Therefore, when we belong to Christ we receive His very own nature, and "BINGO" when the moment comes we hear his voice and rise from the grave to join Him and the rest of the family in the Grand Re-union.

Happy Easter.

Ian

Resurrection; The great wake up call.

The picture is one of a cicada beetle. Truly the Rip Van Winkle of the natural world.

This super beetle, having gone through its cycle in the sun, disappears into the forest floor and is not seen again for 17 years.
Then, miraculously, up he pops, heads for the tree tops and sings at the top of his voice for a few weeks with millions of other friends until its time to sleep for another 17 years.

The Creator put this little creature into His mystery collection to teach us something of the coming new order.

When our time comes, its off to the local church yard, then lo we wake up on the happy morning, already scheduled, to head to heaven and sing our hearts out with God's people.

Simple. That's the story of Easter told by Bug World.

Ian