This is it Restoration Church. We are approaching the most significant weekend of the year—the time when we celebrate the most important moment in human history.
Christmas is good, the ascension of Christ is good, and the giving of the Holy Spirit is good too. But there is nothing like Easter. The goodness which flows to humanity from this weekend is unrivalled. It is the hope of the world. It was the moment when the treasuries of God were opened up to us. It was the moment when a sure and certain "yes" was spoken over every promise God had made, when the pathway to adoption into God’s family was firmly laid, and when the dirty and the unrighteous were invited to make the most stunning of trades.
Much ink has been spilled and will continue to be spilled about that first Easter weekend. It is precious beyond words. Literally. No song writer or author will ever be able to stand back and say, “There, that’s it. That captures it perfectly.” There will always be more to write, more to say, more to sing, and more to reflect on. It was the stuff of legend. Something so remarkable, heroic, and extraordinary that one might assume it was a made-up tale. But don’t give that a second thought. It happened, and it really matters. Make no mistake, these are the three most important days in human history.
Those who love Him have been celebrating it ever since. As we remember it, we join with those who were there and watch in horror as Jesus is unfairly tried, flogged, and marched up the hill and hung on a Roman cross. It was unthinkable then and it even more so now. The King, executed like a criminal. By the end of the day, the one in whom was life itself was dead – his body a lifeless corpse. Gone. But only for a little while. On Sunday, He emerged victorious. Like a champion, He came out of the tomb carrying humanity, carrying you and me, on His shoulders. Sin and death didn’t win. Life did. This is the hope of the world.
So, prepare your hearts for Jesus this Easter. Walk the road with Him to the cross, follow His body to the tomb, and wait there until he emerges on Sunday. Fix your eyes on Him until you see the beauty, the wonder, and the majesty of this moment. Pay attention as He joyfully gives up His life for you and for me, and get swept up in His exhilarating triumph over death. Some of the first Easter weekend may be hard to watch and hard to think about, but it is beautiful beyond words.
Christmas is good, the ascension of Christ is good, and the giving of the Holy Spirit is good too. But there is nothing like Easter. The goodness which flows to humanity from this weekend is unrivalled. It is the hope of the world. It was the moment when the treasuries of God were opened up to us. It was the moment when a sure and certain "yes" was spoken over every promise God had made, when the pathway to adoption into God’s family was firmly laid, and when the dirty and the unrighteous were invited to make the most stunning of trades.
Much ink has been spilled and will continue to be spilled about that first Easter weekend. It is precious beyond words. Literally. No song writer or author will ever be able to stand back and say, “There, that’s it. That captures it perfectly.” There will always be more to write, more to say, more to sing, and more to reflect on. It was the stuff of legend. Something so remarkable, heroic, and extraordinary that one might assume it was a made-up tale. But don’t give that a second thought. It happened, and it really matters. Make no mistake, these are the three most important days in human history.
Those who love Him have been celebrating it ever since. As we remember it, we join with those who were there and watch in horror as Jesus is unfairly tried, flogged, and marched up the hill and hung on a Roman cross. It was unthinkable then and it even more so now. The King, executed like a criminal. By the end of the day, the one in whom was life itself was dead – his body a lifeless corpse. Gone. But only for a little while. On Sunday, He emerged victorious. Like a champion, He came out of the tomb carrying humanity, carrying you and me, on His shoulders. Sin and death didn’t win. Life did. This is the hope of the world.
So, prepare your hearts for Jesus this Easter. Walk the road with Him to the cross, follow His body to the tomb, and wait there until he emerges on Sunday. Fix your eyes on Him until you see the beauty, the wonder, and the majesty of this moment. Pay attention as He joyfully gives up His life for you and for me, and get swept up in His exhilarating triumph over death. Some of the first Easter weekend may be hard to watch and hard to think about, but it is beautiful beyond words.