There Are No Words

There are no words adequate to describe the Easter weekend. We go from the agonizing horror of Gethsemane to the ecstatic elation of Sunday morning. The events in between are staggering to ponder. Created beings not only reject their Creator they mangle His humanity in some of the most barbaric techniques of torture ever conceived. By the time He arrives at the actual nailing to the cross, His body is a quivering mass of flesh kept from bleeding to death by handfuls of salt rubbed into the meat of His back.

All heaven must have been in deepest sorrow and mourning the Sabbath He was in the tomb.  Ever so anxiously they must have watched the earth turn into the sun as it rose over China and then India getting closer and closer to Judea. The earth quaked when the word was given and the resurrecting angel rushed to his task.  The hordes of evil under the enemy’s direction were determined to keep Him in His tomb.  They scattered like leaves before wind in the presence of that one righteous angel. Goodness, righteousness always wins. The horror of the last two days was eclipsed by the power of life, light and purity.

Choirs in Andromeda and galaxies at the edge of the universe broke into anthems of victory as their Creator rose to forever be the victor over evil and death itself.  Months before this He had proclaimed in front of Lazarus’ tomb that He was the resurrection and the life.  Never again would it be doubted.  It was.  He lives and we live in Him.  “For whosever believes will have everlasting life.”  Believe with me.  Believe. Live not just now, but into infinity.

Written by Roger Bothwell on April 2, 2010

Spring of Life Ministry, PO Box 124, St. Helena, CA 94574

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