Journal Entry: Sat Apr 3, 2010, 10:51 PM
The world's promises are full of emptiness. Jesus of Nazareth left behind empty grave clothes and an empty tomb. Emptiness full of promises. I am one who believes His promises.
It is Easter, celebration of a dead body that was never found. The powerful men of that day used Christians and their children for lion food and living patio torches, but they could never produce the dead body of Jesus Christ.
For the forty days after Jesus rose from the dead, He hung around...no pun intented. The first humans to see Him risen were Mary Magdalene and Mary, mother of James. When this account was written, women were not considered credible witnesses in the court of their day. The account isn't written the way propaganda would have been told.
Peter had betrayed Jesus, even cursed as he exclaimed "I don't know the man". All his male friends had gone into hiding. That is how it is told. One disciple is called "Doubting Thomas" because he had to put his hand into the side of Jesus before he would believe this was really Him. No ghost, but a risen body. Thomas fell at his feet after that, and exclaimed, "My Lord and my God."
He's my Lord and God too. Easter is a very happy day for me. It isn't just about bunnies and baskets, eggs and chocolate. It is about someone very powerful who loves me. The Living Christ.
Happy Easter to all my friends, of all faiths...and of no faith [which also takes faith -- another one of those crazy paradoxes].
He is risen indeed. That is what I base my life on. The stone already rolled away from my own heart. When my body is laid in a casket or an urn, I want them to write somewhere nearby, "Here she isN'T"...
Jesus has gone to prepare a place for me. And He never lied.