“Rise. O Church, and lift your voices, Christ has conquered death and hell.
Sing as all the earth rejoices;
Resurrection anthems swell.
Come and worship, Come and worship,
Worship Christ the Risen King!”
Hallelujah! He is risen!
He is risen for those grieving the loss of their children who were on the S. Korean ferry boat. He is risen for those who lost loved ones were on the flight 370 lost at sea. He is risen for Oscar Pist0ris so full of regret. He is risen for those in the Ukraine. He is risen for President Obama and President Putin. He is risen for those suffering in North Kora, the Sudan and countless other places. He is risen for the Democrats and for the Republicans. He is Risen.! Hallelujah.
Let us rejoice as those who have hope!
“A cross of all things – a guillotine, a gallows – but the cross at the same time as the crossroad of eternity and time. as the place where such a mighty heart was broken that the healing power of God himself could flow through it into a sick and broken world. It was for this reason that of all the possible words they could have used to describe the day of his death, the word they settled on was “good.” Good Friday.” Frederick Buechner
Indeed it is good!
How many of you have heard it said, “Easter is them most important date on the Church calendar”? I know I have. But it bothers me. How can we make a value judgment?
You can’t have Easter without Christmas. And Christmas would be meaningless without Easter. Oh, we could argue that Jesus was a good man who died a martyr’s death to show us an example of servanthood. An unselfish example – nah, doesn’t work for me. To die as He did has to mean more than that.
On Christmas we celebrate God stepping into human history as a human, just like you and me, to carry our sins to death on a cross. We were condemned in our sin. We could not redeem ourselves – Jesus did it for us. Satan threw all he had at Jesus. He came to take on all the forces of evil. He did and won – for all time.
What looked hopeless became our only Hope. That which looked like defeat actually was a powerful victory. That which looked so hideous and gruesome turned into a thing of beauty. Only God could do all that.
Easter is glorious! Christmas is wonder-filled. We don’t have to choose…but I sort of lean towards Christmas!
What do you think?
We had 5″ of snow last Sunday and this Sunday it was 60+ degrees. It’s like having whiplash! Last year we had a very early Spring…this year it is very late. Soon it will be 85 degrees – it seems we go from winter to summer, skipping Spring.
And it amazes me that while there is thick snow covering the ground the next day the trees are turning green and flower buds open. How do they know when to show up and open? Is it related to the amount daylight hours? Does it have to do with temperatures? I am sure there is a scientific reason. I love to take my walk and observe the progress of the tiny buds…the weeping willow is usually the first to show signs of green. (Can we observe that “weeping” can bring new growth?) Crocuses come up in the ice and snow…so it must not be temperature related.
This year the winter was particularly harsh – brutal cold and feet of snow – loss of power. Very unusual for us here in the South – it made the news on a national level! (I’d just as soon not make the national news, thank you!) It was easy to get discouraged and wonder if God had decided to skip spring this year. However, in February when the snow was deep and the temperatures dropping I began to notice the days were perceptively getting longer – just by minutes – but still longer. In late February I heard a mockingbird sing – a sure sign that Spring is somewhere in the neighborhood. Others may not notice but I do because I am looking for it. Hope! We all need hope to survive.
There is a time for Spring to come…nothing can stop it. It comes when winter has done it’s worst. It comes in spite of the circumstances. And isn’t that true in our lives? When we have weathered all we can endure; when we think God has forsaken us; when we are ready to give up, God sends a small encouragement: a timely message from a friend, a smile from a stranger, an unexpected invitation to lunch… You might miss it unless you are looking for it. When it comes, and it will, it gives you the courage and strength to carry on. To keep going. It is a gift from God.
Keeping looking. Keep expecting. “There is surely a hope for you, and your hope will not be cut off.” (Proverbs 23:18)
Isn’t that what Jesus’ Resurrection tells us?