In the Son of God's gentle and lowly hearted humility, he willingly entered both Mary’s womb and death’s tomb.

Through believing in the beating heart of Christ on Sunday, despite his pierced heart on Friday and still heart on Saturday, the people of God begin to pulsate with new life.

As I look at my son's little wrist and palms, his cute feet and toes, I am struck with the cost of forgiving my sins at the cross. I am eternally grateful that God, both Father and Son, chose to pay it in full. As a new father myself, this Easter I am uniquely grateful to God the Father.