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 it never loses its power.
Our Sunday school kids must have heard it umpteen times, yet they continue listening, wide-eyed, amazed.
Of this story inked into the pages of our history — about the one Man who dripped with blood and hung naked on a wooden beam of an old rugged cross.
Of his halting breath that make for our one full breath, and his haunting claim that leaves us forever claimed.
This story that proves that the dead can rise, and how the broken-hearted and battered in life can transform and resurrect through His very own life.
There is a risen Man whom 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 were faced with the question of life the following morning; a question that pointed at us and asked us point blank: “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 “…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 hope.
Perhaps it’s time we bid our tears goodbye, our sadness forever farewell.
And rise, because He’s risen.
The night’s over, and morning’s breaking!
Death has been forever swallowed in victory, 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 can 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 joy overtaking sadness.
So dare defy tomorrow’s gloom. Know that death and darkness are forever banished.
And through His dying, there we find our living. In His falling, our new birthing.
This makes our life all the worth living…