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My favorite color is red. Those that know me well know that I avoid and detest the color pink. Maybe because I was super-saturated by it as a kid, or maybe because I see pink as a red wanna-be. Whatever the reason, I don’t like pink; but yesterday, I gained a new appreciation for the way God showed me a beautiful shade of pink.

Yesterday morning, I joined with two other families here in Brighton for a sunrise service at a friend’s property just outside of town. It was difficult to get up that early and the rain the night before made for a very brisk morning, but it was most definitely worth it.

We prayed, sang songs in worship, read Scripture, and were reminded of the beautiful hope of the resurrection – a hope we don’t have to wait to rejoice in only once a year, but can celebrate every day!

As the sun was rising in the east, the sky changed from reds and yellows to a clear blue sky filled with a sun that began to warm us. When the sun rose enough for its light to kiss the snow-capped mountains in the west, I stood in breathless wonder of the beautiful sight to behold. The mountains were glowing pink.

My aversion to pink was totally set aside for several minutes of silent splendor of the beautiful shade of pink God had used to paint the mountains.

I apologize for not attempting to capture the scene in a picture. I truly believe a picture would not do it justice. However, I encourage you on this Makeover Monday to take a new look at the way God paints something you have an aversion to.

The Passover meal was celebrated by Jesus and his disciples on Thursday night, but I waited until Food and Family on Fridays to share the following reflection with you.

Jesus and the 12 apostles had become like family.  They ate, slept, walked, talked, laughed and learned together during the three years of Jesus’ ministry.  Think of it as an extended road trip without convenient showers or your own pillow.  They were most definitely bonded and had developed a depth of relationship like family.

Now take yourself to the night of the Last Supper, the night before He was betrayed and reflect on the opportunity to break the bread and share the cup together for one last time before Jesus’ death.  Even though Jesus had told them what was to come, I don’t think any of them appreciated the significance of that moment until the Holy Spirit reminded them of it later.

As you share a meal together with your Christian family this Sunday, take a moment to reflect on the significance of the moment in which we break the bread and drink the cup together as family, proclaiming the Lord’s death AND His resurrection until He comes again.