The Day after Easter

The nerves. The jitters. The expectation. The climactic finale. No it wasn't a broadway musical or an american idol performance. No it was my first Easter service. It is amazing how much I was geeked up. I think its because if followers of Jesus have a day to claim it is Resurrection Day. The one thing that I realize in the aftermath of it all is that when it comes down to it Resurrection Day does not end. Every day can be Resurrection Day when we are connected to the living Christ. This past Sunday was full of wonderful suprises....kids performing a song....a spoken word poem about the women witnesses of the Resurrection.....Easter dinner with family....a zebra, baby pigs, goats, ducks, and a camel in the middle of Compton but nothing could be more amazing than Jesus Christ risen from the dead. That's how I'm living the day after Easter.

Check out the words of a poem written by our very own Emily Feng

WHO AM I
I AM.
I AM A WOMAN.
I AM THAT WOMAN OF HIGH PLACES AND ALWAYS TRAVELED WITH MORE THAN 7 SUITCASES ( SHE EVEN HAS COLLECTIONS OF GOLDEN FLOWER VASES?)
I AM
I AM THAT WOMAN WHO GAVE UP MY JEWELS, DIAMONDS AND EXPENSIVE SHOES
ABANDONED ALL THE RULES SO I CAN FOLLOW YOU (PROVIDE FOR YOU)

WHO AM I?

I AM
I AM A WOMAN.
I AM THAT WOMAN WITH SEVEN DEMONS IN MY FLESH
TORMENTING MY SOUL AS IF THEY WERE PLANNING TO EAT ME FRESH

I AM
I AM THAT WOMAN YOU CAME TO SET ME FREE,
FREE OF SHADOWS IN THE DARK NIGHTS THAT HAUNTED ME,
FREE OF THE VOICES AND WHISPERS THAT SHIVERED MY BODY,
FREE OF THE ROTTEN SMELL SEEPING OUT OF MY PORES,
(HE SPOKE TO THE SPIRITS AND SAID, “NO MORE”)

WHO AM I?

I AM
I AM A WOMAN.
I AM THAT WOMAN WHO WORRIED FOR MY CHILDREN
WILL THEY EVER BE SITTING AT THE RIGHT HAND SIDE OF HIS KINGDOM
(SHE SURE DID NOT KNOW WHAT SHE WAS ASKING FOR)

I AM
I AM THAT WOMAN WHO FAILED TO COMPREHEND
WHAT IT MEANS WHEN YOU SAID YOU WILL BE DEAD AND RISEN AGAIN
(THE POWER OF YOUR RESURRECTION)

WHO AM I?

I AM
I AM A WOMAN
I AM THAT WOMAN WHO WITNESSED YOUR ANGUISHED ON THE CROSS
YOUR BLOOD DRIPPING FROM THE NAILS HAVE MY HOPE AND FAITH ALL ROBBED
(SHE DID NOT KNOW MY DEATH WAS THE COST)
I AM
I AM THAT WOMAN WHO IS LOST AND CONFUSED
YOU SAID YOU WERE THE MESSIAH THAT HAD COME TO MY RESCUE
(I SAY, WAIT ON ME, MY LOVE, WILL YOUR HEART REFUSE?)

FOR I AM.
I AM
I AM THE ARTIST WHO COLLECTS YOUR TEARS TO PAINT RAINBOWS IN THE SKIES,

I AM THE MUSICIAN WHO ASKS THE MORNING STARS TO SING WHEN THE DARKNESS IN YOUR HEART RESIDES

I AM THE MOTHER WHO GAVE BIRTH TO HOT WHITE CHOCOLATE MOCHA WITH MARSHAMALLOWS ON A WINTER STORMY NIGHT

I AM THE LOVER WHO MESSAGES YOUR SOUL AFTER THE TWO LONG HOURS OF TRAFFICJAM ON THE 405 ,

IN FACT, I SANG WITH YOU WHILE YOU LISTENED TO THE RADIO
SINGING:
(THERE IS NONE LIKE YOU, NO ONE ELSE CAN TOUCH MY HEART LIKE YOU DO.)

I AM THE CHEERLEADER WHO YOU ARE MY ULTIMATE FAN AND I DANCED TO THE RHYTHM OF YOUR LIFE
(IF YOU WANT TO BE THE BEAUTY, I AM WILLING TO BE YOUR BEAST.)

I AM ARIEL IN THE LITTLE MERMAID, OUT OF MY DEEP LOVE AND ADORATION, I AM WILLING TO PAY THE PRICE.

I AM THE PILLOW AFTER YOUR HEARTACHE, FOR YOU TO HUG, PUNCH, PUT YOUR HEAD UNDER TO HIDE

I AM THE BEAUTICIAN WHO STUDIES WHAT COLOR HAIR AND SKIN COMPLEXTION GOES BEST WITH YOUR EYES

I AM THE PERSONAL SHOPPER WHO KNOWS YOUR CURVES, ROLLS AND WAISTLINE, IN FACT THEY WERE MINE TO DESIGN.

FOR I AM
THE ADVOCATE, THE ALMIGHTY, ALPHA AND OMEGA
THE BLESSED, THE BRIDEGROOM, BEGINNING AND THE END
THE CHRIST, THE CREATOR, THE CHIEF CORNERSTONE
THE LION THE LAMB AND THE LORD OF ALL LORDS
WHO AM I?, YOU ASK.
I AM
I AM