I've been wandering around ruins for two weeks in the Middle East; hoping to see traces of what His life was like here on Earth. The most beautiful part of the whole experience was knowing that His story doesn't end among the dusty stones of Jerusalem. It continues. He lives! I’ve never been surer of that than I am today. And because He lives, I will still seek Him...at home, in Jerusalem, and everywhere in between. Happy Easter, everyone.