Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting? – 1 Corinthians 15:55 The stone blocks the light, deathly dark in the cave. But death cannot hold Him, the Author of all. Angels unbind Him, the Resurrection and Life. Now the stone that once hid Him rolls away that new day! From decay in the tomb to the garden of joy. The stench of the grave meets the fragrant sweet breeze. His…
You are thinking not as God does, but as human beings do. – Mark 8:33 What do you see when you look at Jesus on a crucifix? Pain, anguish, sorrow, death—all these come to mind. I used to look at the crucifix and wonder why Jesus would suffer for us in this way. I eventually learned that the answer to that question is love. When I started to see the cross as an expression of…
An Easter Poem Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is thy victory? O death, where is thy sting? – 1 Corinthians 15:55 At early morning, join the women at the tomb. The tomb now stings of death no more. No more shall death prevail nor scare, for Christ triumphant left it there. There in the morning, join the women, who come to anoint the Son. The Son now risen victoriously—sin and death…