As they entered the tomb, they saw a young man dressed in a white robe sitting on the right side, and they were alarmed. “Don’t be alarmed,” he said. “You are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who was crucified. He has risen! He is not here. (Mark 16:5-6)
The story must have been told countless times, yet never loses its power.
Our Sunday school kids must have heard it umpteen times, yet they continue listening, wide-eyed, and amazed.
Of this story inked into the pages of our history — about the one Man who dripped with blood and hung naked on the wooden beam of an old rugged cross…
Of his halting breaths that make for our one full breath, and his haunting claim that leaves us forever claimed.
This story that proves the dead can rise to life, and how the broken-hearted and battered of life can transform and resurrect through His life.
There is a risen Man who upon the rising sun raises our assurance of a forever salvation —
“It was ‘very early on the first day of the week, at dawn, the women came to the tomb…” (Luke 24:1)
There were women who wept the night before and found the stone rolled away on an empty tomb the next morning. They who were swallowed by the sorrow of death was faced with the question of life the following morning. This question that pointed a finger towards us and asked us too — “Why do you look for the living among the dead?”
Why do we stay at the tomb when it’s already empty?
Jesus who died for us, “He is no longer here, He has risen from the dead!”
Jesus who comforts us in all our wilted and wondering places,
And shines His light in all our dark and depressed spaces,
He offers hope unbreakable in every rejected heart and betrayed hurt.
That it’s time we bid our tears goodnight, and our sadness goodbye, a forever farewell.
And rise, because He’s risen.
The night’s over, and morning’s breaking!
Death forever swallowed in victory, and every grief consumed for us, by Him.
He’s no longer there…
Life now reigns through Him and in us.
So we need not cry no more.
In gladness we witness it, and watch how the coastlands too, they wait in hope for Him.
The women, overtaken by joy, ran and told the others what they’d seen.
We who rise with this morning and find our voices in the quake of our tears, we too, assuredly, confidently, testify it along with His empty tomb: Jesus is risen, Jesus is risen, I can rise, I can rise!
It’s a new life.
We have a forever life, a new and living hope.
This life that rises with strength and an everyday song to hallmark our everyday living and joy overtaking sadness.
And we dare defy today and tomorrow’s gloom because we know:
Death and darkness is forever banished.
And through His dying, there we find our living.
In His falling, our new birthing.
And this has made our life all the worth living…