It is the eve of Resurrection Sunday. I am thinking about the sunrise service. I'm thinking about that journey to an empty tomb nearly two thousand years ago. I'm thinking about the implications of an empty tomb. He is alive. Jesus is alive. He is alive!
I fear at times we stop short at the fact that Jesus died. We think of the cross as a finality. Death is something with which we are familiar. We fully comprehend the death and burial of Jesus as events even if we don't fully comprehend their significance. But, the resurrection is something foreign to us. We have not stood at the grave and saw death defeated. Yet, death is defeated.
Jesus is alive! At this moment he is seated at the right hand of the Father. He is the king on high. All things are being brought under him. He is exalted to the highest place, he has a name that is above every name. And because he is alive, we can have life. Those who trust in him have life. His life. We are alive, because he is alive.
Lord willing, Monticello will gather in the morning the watch the sunrise and to be reminded of that first day when the proclamation came, "He is not here, he is risen." We will gather and talk about the resurrection with awe, wonder, and longing. And we will remind ourselves that we are looking to the day when the Son will come for his church. Even so, Lord Jesus, quickly come.
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