aWake

I’m not a morning person. I sometimes pretend to be around the older crowd, but i’m not fooling anyone. For some reason I desire to get up early, though. I have this weird feeling down inside that if I wake up early, then I won’t look lazy.

Different eras in my life call for different sleeping patterns though. In elementary school, my mom would come in my room and wake me. In junior high, she would scream from the bottom floor (we slept on the second). In high school, it was sort of the same thing. I never used an alarm until college. My phone became my mom in college. It’s a lot easier to hit the snooze when the alarm isn’t your mother.

Dad woke me up differently. He would only wake me up occasionally if mom had left early or was out of town. He would quietly open the door, stand there for a second, and calmly say my name until I woke. It was as if it didn’t matter if I woke up, it was my choice. Sometimes, I would not even know he had opened the door. It was calm…refreshing…soothing…like sunlight.

I wonder what Jesus felt like when he was raised from the dead? He was fully God, yet fully human. I wonder if he felt the same way I feel when I wake up each morning? Did he slip in and out of dream like consciousness for a second? Or did his mind sort of just “click” back on? Did he rub his eyes? Did he yawn? Did he hear a knock on the stone? Or did God say in a calm voice, “Jesus…it’s time to wake up”?

What if God created us to go to sleep each night and wake up each morning to better understand the resurrection? It’s not entirely “out there” to think God wants to remind us of the most important day in history when Jesus was raised from the dead by allowing us to wake up each morning.

After college, I got to a point in my life where the sunlight would actually wake me up. I love the way the sun slowly but softly peeks over the horizon and trees. Then it simmers through the window. It calmly creeps in through each blind blade and says “Cody…It’s your Dad, wake up.”

Psalm 57:8- Awake my whole being, Awake, O harp and lyre! I will awake the dawn! I will give thanks to you, O Lord, among the peoples; I will sing praises to you among the nations.

-God, wake me up with the Harp and Lyre. Help me rise each day to sing your praises loudly.

-Cody Van Scyoc
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