Sunday, March 31, 2013
Easter Sunday morning. Sitting here at my computer desk with the blinds on the window to my right opened to reveal the sun as it rises over the hills to the east. It used to be that I wouldn’t miss the early service scheduled for this celebration. It must be later this year, though, for I can remember getting up one time at five-thirty to go; but perhaps that was the occasion when our clocks all “sprang forward” on the same date. No matter. The churches will all be packed this morning, my wife and my niece opting to stay home and avoid the squeeze. This old man will be going, nonetheless, my understanding of the ritual observed no doubt a little different than most. Prayer, before coming in here to witness daybreak, took my mind to a dream encountered several decades ago, one I believe given from God, a view of Calvary and His subsequent walk into hell, all seen somehow as through His eyes. It gave me better definition of what it meant to “take my place”. The enigma is yet there. The mystery will always be beyond us and, for most, the mystery is enough. When I read in John 3:13, however, Jesus revealing to Nicodemus how “no man has ascended up to heaven, but he that came down from heaven, even the Son of man which is in heaven”, it speaks to me in terms of eternity, in either direction, having no hold on the Savior. He was, indeed, one with the Father and, therefore, “once He was, He always was”. Born in a manger, He partook of me, becoming “me” when the Spirit, if but for a brief moment, withdrew as He hung on the Cross. He died; then went down into the depths of the earth to lead captivity captive; and, even if nature failed me today, overcast skies denying full witness of the cosmic resurrection, there is within me, even so, a rejoicing that the stone being rolled away yet points to an empty tomb…..
Posted by Jim at 10:45 AM