Our church like so many makes a big day of
celebration out of Easter. Someday I
would just love to interrupt everyone’s Easter breakfast with, “Okay table
topic for today is the resurrection. What
does it mean to you?”
It means so much to me because He lives in my
heart. I know George Barna noted a few
years ago that Christians fall into two distinct categories, Casual Christians
and Captive Christians, depending on whether they do not of do have a personal
relationship with Jesus Christ. For
those who keep Him at arm’s length, I say you don’t know what you are
missing. It will literally transform
your life.
Charles Colson wrote a book about how “The
thing that proves the resurrection is Watergate.” That is, once the 12 advisors to Nixon
realized that they might face perjury and jail time for lying about Watergate
in the President’s behalf, they quickly ratted and everybody tried to save his
own skin. So if the Resurrection was
about a lie, the disciples could hold it secret no more than about two weeks,
Colson estimated. To die on a cross
themselves almost to a man is unheard of loyalty for what must have been the
truth.
A friend of mine, a police investigator who
closely reads documents for clues, said he believes the resurrection because
there were 4 separate documents penned whose accounts all agree—and yet each
shares a different perspective. This is
exactly what you expect with 4 different witnesses. Each story is told my a unique author with
different details but the major facts of the case are spot on correct among
them.
A writer told me the resurrection and the
passion means so much to him because of the honesty of the writers who tell
about their own shortfalls with abandon, but whose passion is for the truth of
the tale. Before modern times, he says, writers
never shared their internal thoughts nor put themselves in a bad light. It was just against the rules of competition
for a debate. It was the rule of ancient
rhetoric for the speaker to present himself as one of unassailable
character.
Paul makes note that at one time Jesus
appeared to 500 people and then names a bunch of folks as if to say, “You could
take a bottle of wine over to his house and ask Leroy, what did you see, dude?”
Have you ever seen 500 people have a hallucination at the same time? The same hallucination?
Historians note that Christians from
virtually day one organized around the principle that Jesus rose from the dead. Jews and Romans who are frustrated with the
new sect because they contended this, write about it. So it is validated by historical criticism.
John in his gospel writes how he ran into the
tomb and saw the burial cloths—strips of wrags that were wrapped round and
round the body and then he saw the headpiece still wrapped in it’s same folds lying
aside. No human hands could have unwrapped it like that. It had to be divine. And
having the burial cloths means that the body was gone. No one could transport a 3-days-rotten body
without being wrapped. In such a
society, if the Romans had any clue as to who stole the body, they could do a
search in that crowded town and have found it by smell alone.
Well, okay, so much for all the
arguments. It’s proof that He truly
lives. To me the resurrection and his
living presence is what propels my life.
The forgiveness of my messed up life.
How He was just waiting for my struggles and strategies to end. How I
can take the most hopeless situation to Him and some how, some way I will
either find myself accepting it or the wait changes it or he puts a thought in
my head of how to work the problem. The love that has changed me, the
redemption that transforms me, the plan that He holds that I trust will bring
about the triumph of the world and the world to come—that’s what the
resurrection is for.
“He lives to silence all my fears.
He lives to wipe away my tears.
He lives to calm my troubled heart
He lives all blessings to impart.”
“Because
you are precious in My eyes, and honored, and I love you…everyone who is called
by My Name, whom I created for My Glory,” reads Isaiah 43 written 700 years
before Christ. It insinuates that God’s
greatest glory is not the universe or the stars or even the creation of life
itself. It is in saving us. Doubt it? “Who though He was in the form of
God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped but made Himself
nothing, taking the form of a slave, being born in the likeness of men.” Phil.
2:5. So that someday in heaven someone
will ask what His greatest glory was and He will smile and point to You. You
were His greatest accomplishment.