I think there is something magical about watching the sun rise. I know, I know, it's not really magic, and yes I DO realize that it happens every day, but there is just something really cool about watching the sun come up over the hills.
This Sunday is Easter, and our High Schoolers are going to get up early and be there to watch the sunrise. I think this is so cool, and it always makes me reflect on how the sun is the same now as it was 2000 years ago when Jesus was crucified. More importantly, it's the same sun that comes up each day as the one that rose on the day HE rose from the dead.
I'm so grateful for the Son who rose, and the sun that reminds me of this every Easter.