Morning has broken yet again.  Another day, another dawn. It’s a moment that many of us so often overlook, that we take for granted.

But on this day, we take time to mark this occasion – this moment that happens every day.  We gather here as morning breaks – some of us for the first time, others repeating a tradition year after year.  This moment that happens every day means something different right now, today, as we are together.

As the sun rises as it does every day, we gather as we do every year to remember this special story.  The empty tomb, the startled women, the confused men, the questions and the wonder.

An encounter with the risen Christ must seem rare to us – a one time event, told in ancient pages.  But I believe we meet Christ over and over again. Just as the breaking of dawn goes unwatched unless we take the time to notice; we are also inattentive to our encounters with God.

We gather this morning to remind ourselves of that.  Christ meets us where we are, offering hope and leading us on the way.  The joy of Easter, the rising of the sun, are moments that God gives us over and over again.  All we have to do is remember to pay attention.

Christ has risen and the story has been passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years until this moment where it has reached you.  The dazzling light witnessed by those women shines on us today as we are called to walk in the light of God, living out the story, sharing love and hope with everyone we meet, encountering Christ over and over again.

Morning has broken yet again.  Christ is risen yet again. Hallelujah and amen.

Morning has broken. Again.