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The Resurrection, Luke 24:1-12

 What, to the Christian, is the Resurrection of Jesus Christ? Is it just another miracle? Is it a legend? Is it too good to be true? Is it just another piece of the puzzle in the Bible? Is it some elaborate trick done by the disciples? Have you ever paused to consider what the Resurrection means? I find that in my faith, sometime I get too comfortable with Hod and His Word. Things that should be foundational and life changing become arbitrary and obscure. If you are reading this, let me encourage you today to never stop let The Resurrection become obscure or arbitrary when it comes to your faith.

What is the Resurrection? The Resurrection means that God is faithful. The Resurrection means that all of God’s promises are “yes and amen” in Jesus Christ. If He died and was raised to life, that means God is faithful to do the same for those who are in Christ Jesus. The Resurrection means the beginning of the end of death’s reign over this world. It means that sin is no longer the primary principality over the earth. We are no longer under its reign. This also means the Resurrection is hope. It means that the though the women who went to Jesus’ tomb went to grieve, their grief is turned to joy! Though Jesus died is He raised and counted among the living. Though we are surrounded by death everyday, though we will eventually die, in Christ, we too can be counted among the living! Resurrection is resistance and rebellion because death did not get the final word. Because of the Resurrection, we can have confidence in the fact that God will preserve us for life with Him because His Kingdom has come in Jesus Christ and is still coming. Amen and praise God that He has risen!


Isaiah Thomas, Pastoral Intern

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