The chairs were full and the crowd brimmed with excitement at 9 and 11 this morning, the colors of life and joy spilling from every angle of our imaginations.
The darkness of Friday was locked inside the sonrise of Easter morning and the praise that filled our small church left me breathless and on fire for God's glory to be magnified in a way that I've never experienced.
Our beautiful preacher slipped off her lovely white sandals and pulled us deep into the story the began with a reminder of the darkness, a battle in the grave after redemption was offered in the form of a sacrifice nailed to a bloody tree and yet...
Before long we were right there with Joseph and Nicodemus, the women rushing into the scene next and the beautiful angel of God questioning why they were looking for the dead amongst the living?
Are you looking for the dead amongst the living, friend? Have you keep your eyes on things of earth and not of heaven for too long, so long that you might have forgotten the blessed message in our church today?
Just as Christ was raised from the dead, you too have been raised beside Him and offered new life. You have a story to tell, just as the women at the tomb did over 2000 years ago. What has God lifted you from? Where has he been active in your life?
Where have your ashes been turned to beauty? Don't think for one moment that your transformation cannot be a tool to bring others in, for it is in our greatest nightmares that we are rebuilt and remolded so that we can be living proof that God is alive, active and well TODAY.
Tell your resurrection story and if you need a place to start, start with the story of a God who loved you enough to sacrifice himself in the form of human flesh so that by his scars - you may be healed.
LS
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