Every year around spring a joy begins bubbling inside me. The earth is warming. Flowers are blooming. Birds are singing. My world is teeming with life once more.
Unfortunately, one can’t think of the Resurrection without the days prior—the seemingly endless nights—when hope faded to disappointment.
When Fear and Doubt boldly stepped from the shadows brandishing their weapons of destruction.
“He said he was the Son of God.”
“He healed the sick, calmed the sea, and delivered the possessed but, could not save himself.”
“Who will help you, now?”
“Time to face the truth. You are alone.”
“He’s not coming back.”
The battle rages. The mind bends beneath the load. The spirit cries out.
No answer. You are alone.
But then someone testifies, “I have seen the Lord. He is alive. We are not alone!”
The Son appears. The shadows flee.
Your heart ignites.
The Rose of Sharon
The Lily of the Valley
The Son of God
The Prince of Peace
Have you experienced the Resurrection?