Sunday, 4 April 2010

He is risen.

Graveside Sunrise

Every Easter, my home church has a sunrise service on Easter Sunday. Just like the women, we rose early to seek Jesus. Unlike the women, we know he is risen.

As the service was ending, the sun rose through a gap in the clouds. An amazing thing to see. It happened just as the minister was saying "May the Lord make His face to shine upon you". And He did.

The picture I managed to capture sort of summed up this morning, and the first Easter morning, for me. The grave was empty. Jesus had dead and been raised, in order that I may live. Just like this sunrise over the gravestone. Even when things - people, dream, friendships - die, there is still the sunrise which follows. The hope of better things. The promise of life.

We just need to have the faith of the women who believed the angels' words. "Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here; he has risen!" (Luke 24:5b-6). And to believe when others tell of of the amazing things they have experienced and been told through God's messengers.

Happy Easter.

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