Easter morning. A group of women. A stone rolled away. Cries of dismay. Running footsteps echo in the garden as they hurry to spread the word.
Peter and John decide to go and see for themselves. They hurry through the morning mist. Long strides, leaning forward. The closer they get to the sacred spot, the greater the anticipation of what they will find. The steps quicken into a run.
Peter has always been the athletic one. Spontaneous, perhaps, but also quick and nimble in the village games he played as a boy. John, on the other hand, was a somewhat somber child, choosing to slip away to the sea, climb the rocks, and watch the water lap against the shore. The tiny boats toiling on the great expanse of turbulent blue made him think of himself: a tiny speck in an unpredictable world. His uncles laughed at him and called him a dreamer.
And so it was Peter who had won every discipline of balance, every contest of strength, each race of speed. But not today.
This morning John runs faster than he has ever run before. He ignores the burning in his lungs, the ragged breaths squeezing their way our of his heaving chest, the broken sticks strewn across the way from yesterday's storm. And, for the first time, he is quicker than Peter.
He leans against the heavy stone that has been rolled to one side and peers into the gloom, trembling. And he sees nothing. Nothing but an empty tomb and linen cloths folded neatly. And in that instant he believes.
That is the power of the resurrection. The power that can turn a dreamer into an athlete. The power that can change a timid heart into a brave warrior, confusion into direction, and despair into hope.
All through the Bible we see the power of change: an orphaned Jewish girl becomes queen, a humble shepherd becomes the national hero by slaying a giant, a baby in the bulrushes rescued by a princess changes the lives of an entire nation. But in the era of the resurrection the changes have become different. Instead of external distinctions, we see the changes become internal: a heart blackened with sin becomes white, an ugly temper becomes a spirit of peace, a life of selfishness becomes willing to sacrifice everything.
The resurrection is not only a story told at Easter. It is a living, burning flame that radiates from the heart of the believer all year long. Don't think your human weaknesses, the battles you've been fighting, the family traits handed down through the generations are unconquerable. Because of the power of the resurrection there is hope.
Self righteousness can become teachable.
Peter and John decide to go and see for themselves. They hurry through the morning mist. Long strides, leaning forward. The closer they get to the sacred spot, the greater the anticipation of what they will find. The steps quicken into a run.
Peter has always been the athletic one. Spontaneous, perhaps, but also quick and nimble in the village games he played as a boy. John, on the other hand, was a somewhat somber child, choosing to slip away to the sea, climb the rocks, and watch the water lap against the shore. The tiny boats toiling on the great expanse of turbulent blue made him think of himself: a tiny speck in an unpredictable world. His uncles laughed at him and called him a dreamer.
And so it was Peter who had won every discipline of balance, every contest of strength, each race of speed. But not today.
This morning John runs faster than he has ever run before. He ignores the burning in his lungs, the ragged breaths squeezing their way our of his heaving chest, the broken sticks strewn across the way from yesterday's storm. And, for the first time, he is quicker than Peter.
He leans against the heavy stone that has been rolled to one side and peers into the gloom, trembling. And he sees nothing. Nothing but an empty tomb and linen cloths folded neatly. And in that instant he believes.
That is the power of the resurrection. The power that can turn a dreamer into an athlete. The power that can change a timid heart into a brave warrior, confusion into direction, and despair into hope.
All through the Bible we see the power of change: an orphaned Jewish girl becomes queen, a humble shepherd becomes the national hero by slaying a giant, a baby in the bulrushes rescued by a princess changes the lives of an entire nation. But in the era of the resurrection the changes have become different. Instead of external distinctions, we see the changes become internal: a heart blackened with sin becomes white, an ugly temper becomes a spirit of peace, a life of selfishness becomes willing to sacrifice everything.
The resurrection is not only a story told at Easter. It is a living, burning flame that radiates from the heart of the believer all year long. Don't think your human weaknesses, the battles you've been fighting, the family traits handed down through the generations are unconquerable. Because of the power of the resurrection there is hope.
Self righteousness can become teachable.
Pride can be turned into humility.
Hate can become love.
The power of the resurrection is there for you year round. There are miracles waiting, changes in store, dreamers turned into athletes.
Visit the tomb. Peer into the empty spaces. Live every moment of each day in the power of the resurrection.
Hate can become love.
The power of the resurrection is there for you year round. There are miracles waiting, changes in store, dreamers turned into athletes.
Visit the tomb. Peer into the empty spaces. Live every moment of each day in the power of the resurrection.