Welcome to the most wonderful day of the year.
Happy Easter.
Get rowdy, get merry, pop the champagne and party and party and party. This is Easter. This is the day the universe changed.
Easter.
Think about it.
Dead. Now alive.
Risen. Resurrected.
If Jesus did it we can do it too... and that is the point of the joy.
If we believe - and I believe - that Easter is what Easter says it is about then today's celebration should make Christmas celebrations seem subdued.
The best case for all of this is made by N.T. Wright in his book Surprised by Hope. . [Click here for the wonderful new Beliefnet interview with him.]
Before Easter things were vague when it came to life after death. After Easter they are much clearer - there will come a day when we will be raised, physically, to a new life on a new earth under a new heaven. On that day and from that day forward there will be no more tears, no more sorrow, no more suffering. There will be life and life in a fullness we cannot imagine.
Stop reading. Start partying. It is Easter.
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Amen. Eternity became a fact proven by our Lord's resurrection. Today is THE DAY to go to Church. "Jesus," the Name "Yahshua," The Lord saves!!!!
Hey death, where is your sting?
I preached today on John 20 how Mary went to get Peter and John b/c of her consternation at the empty tomb. The text says it was P & J went into the tomb that they remembered the Scripture had said that Jesus would rise again.
Then the text says something strange. And somewhat humorous, indicating that Peter and John must have been Baptists.
"Then they went home."
Apparently leaving Mary standing there still perplexed as she had to ask the "gardener" where they'd taken the body.
Wonder how many who attended Easter services today will respond similarly....and then they went home. Amen. Selah. See you next year. Au revoir.
Hmmm. They remembered the Scripture had said that he would rise again. So they went home, to contemplate, to reflect, to ponder. Hmmm.
You would never suspect that in just a few weeks they'd meet a lame man outside a temple in Jerusalem who would teach them to dance, to leap and exhuberantly praise God. Which I proceeded to do, suggesting it might be an appropriate response to what we, ahem, celebrate this day.
At this, the Baptists gawked at me. They eyed me curiously. They shifted nervously. They cleared their throats and glanced from side to side hastily. And uncomfortably.
And then they went home.
So I came into my study, turned on Kuo, read the cork popping thing, schtopped at the schampain schtohr and, hic, am schtill poppin' 'n leapin' and all that, hic, schttuff.
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