Resurrection is a promise.
It’s hope on tiptoes, held-in giggles and bated-breath.
What else?
What else can happen if this can happen?
What else will happen because this happened?
But Resurrection is also more than a promise.
Resurrection is a primrose.
A bud-blade blinking,
peeking,
poking defiantly through Winter’s bleak and barren garden.
Its blossom, making a statement, singing a protest chant:
“Winter will not win; death will not remain; aridity will give way to spring at last, to life-giving drops of rain.”
But Resurrection is also more than a primrose.
Resurrection is a power.
The Power.
That Power-prowling,
stalking,
hunting,
conquering Death.
Not by force, not by cunning.
But by reversal, by paradox, by becoming the prey itself.
(By love.)
Our Hunter-Prey cried out and caught death.
The capture and blow at once humbling and final, yielding and victorious.
And now.
Death? Grief? Sorrow? Sin?
What are you? Where is your sting?
We know the truth.
You are a thin thing, a temporal thing, a mockery-made-of thing.
You will no longer hold us captive, subservient.
You are silenced and our heads are held high.
Our hope is promised, precious, powerful, persevering.
The Resurrection made it so.
Praise, worship, glory, and honor - to Jesus.
The Keeper of Eternal Promises.
The Planter and Harvester of Evergreen Spring.
The Ringer of Death’s Knell.
His Resurrection: our no-separation, our salvation, our new creation, our proclamation, our protection, our elation, our divine protestation against evil, against unjust ends.
He, who was crushed for us, who was made small for us, is now risen to the highest place - taking up the largest space.
As we bow before him, we, mercifully, also rise.
Yes, we are on tiptoes…
…what else can happen because His Resurrection happened?
- Aubrey
Happy Easter! Happy Resurrection Day! He is risen, friends. He is risen indeed.
Happy Easter! Yes, hallelujah, He’s alive.