Spring
The death of wintertime is a necessary prelude to the resurrection of springtime. The death of wintertime is not something most of us dread. Wintertime often seems long and dull. The days are short and cold. Springtime is exciting. The days get longer and warmer and remind us to dust of the trail-running shoes and maintain the bikes. Spring is time for cleaning of closets and carpets and to trim the dog’s fur. It is the time to prepare soil for planting. Our energy levels increase, and everything looks fresher and even happier in the spring. Even our souls feel happy after the barren, cold winter as we look forward to the warmth of the sun.
About two thousand years ago, Jesus lay in a tomb. It was wintertime of the soul for Jesus’ twelve disciples and a handful of women who had followed Him for three years. They had watched their Savior crucified and placed in a tomb. For three days they had mourned and waited for the Sabbath to end so they could go to Jesus’ tomb. Here is the account from Luke 24:1-7.
On the first day of the week, very early in the morning, the women took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb. They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. While they were wondering about this, suddenly two men in clothes that gleamed like lightning stood beside them. In their fright the women bowed down with their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, “Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still with you in Galilee: ‘The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, be crucified and on the third day be raised again’”.
Greater words have never been spoke, “He is not here; he has risen!” This is the reason we celebrate spring. Jesus is our hope. He is our springtime. He is our reason for living. He has risen, indeed!
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