Easter Sunday has come. Christ is risen. As an advert for a certain sweet says ‘Now it all makes sense.’ The suffering and death of Jesus makes sense. Sin and death have been conquered; not just in our lives as Christians but for the whole world, for all time. That should make us of all men (and women) most happy.
Since that first Easter Sunday there has been hope, there has been purpose in life. No longer is the grave our destination. Our hearts sing and we are happy. But we so long for everyone to grasp the truth, to know the power of sins forgiven. Christians should sing and dance all day long, but then we remember our unbelieving family, friends and neighbours. We stop our singing and pause in our dance.
As we return from the mountain top into the valley and plains, we pray that the Lord may be able to use our testimony as we go about our daily lives, that others may see our hope and want it for themselves. That is our prayer this Easter Tuesday.
In just a few days we will once again experience the time when the world was tipped. The days of the first Easter was when life was turned up side down. Things would never be the same again. My life and yours would never be the same again. Jesus payed the ultimate price for our sins. We would not now be judged. Jesus has taken our place.
Because we remember every year it does not lessen the miracle. Jesus is the Son of God; we are just mere mortals. This death has decided our eternity. Oh, that everyone would recognise the true meaning of Easter. It is for anyone who will listen. This truth is for believing Jews, trusting gentiles, every nation of the world and places which are not even a nation.
Shouting the news from the roof-tops will not make people listen; announcing it on the news will not tell people and even when I tell my neighbours they will not care. Prayer is the only answer. It is God’s work, He will do it. My only task is to pray and to speak when the time is right. But we know that by Sunday, hallelujah, Christ is risen.