I love the story of a man passing a church office window in
the Deep South of the United States and seeing a Resurrection display. He looks at the representation of the empty
cross and tomb that has been so beautifully set out by church staff as an act
of witness to their neighbourhood.
He bursts into the office and asks: Is that the tomb of Jesus? Yes, they answer. The Jesus who died on Good Friday’s cross? That’s the one, they say. But he’s not dead anymore, he’s alive? He
asks. That’s right, comes back their reply.
Puzzled that someone living in their town might not have
encountered this story they ask the man if he’d ever heard of the Resurrection
of Jesus. Oh yes, he says. I’ve heard of it a hundred times before, but
I just LOVE hearing it one more time!
Well, I feel the same way.
This Sunday we’ll tell it, hear it and own it again.
Being Easter Morning People means it becomes part of our common
narrative, one that defines our faith and inspires both our worship and service.
On Sunday we too are invited to enter into the story of Resurrection; to sense
that love is stronger than hatred, light is stronger than darkness and life is
stronger than death. We’ll do that
because, we too, love hearing it one more time.
(Blog holiday next week)
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