Thought from church this morning:
Wouldn’t it be cool to have the Easter procession start in the graveyard outside, looking at the graves with people we know have gone before us, and we say of Jesus, “He is not here, He is risen!”
He is a real man who died as viscerally as any man could. I think we often abstract away the significance of the resurrection. I at least often forget what it would mean to have someone I know be brutally murdered in front of me, buried in front of me, and then see that man standing in front of me saying, “Touch my wounds. It’s me. See, I conquered death.”
Imagine that happening with someone you know.
It’s no wonder the church from the beginning with those who saw it first-hand are willing to die for this.