Easter Sunday

He is risen. He is risen indeed!

Is there anything else to say? What an incredible day. Our pastor this morning spoke on "The Road to Emmaus." How heavy their grief must have been as the two walked home that day... Similar to going home from a funeral of someone you love. The void in your heart, the heaviness, the hopelessness...

I watched a documentary recently where the commentator shared a childhood story. His mother had revealed to him that Superman wasn't real and he immediately broke into tears. He cried for days. His mother assumed that he was upset in the same way that a child is upset when learning that Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny isn't real... But the commentator explained that, in actuality, he was upset because he was afraid. He grieved the realization that if someone wanted to hurt you... if someone backed you in a corner, Superman could not come save you. In his eyes, if Superman didn't exist, then there was no one powerful enough to protect him. I imagine that this could have been how the people felt the day Jesus died. He was the only one who seemed powerful enough to save them and to protect them... But then He was dead.

I am so thankful that the story doesn't end there. Jesus arose from the grave. Much to the surprise of the people, He was ALIVE! He was walking and talking with them. Can you imagine Cleopas trying to tell that story later? "What do you mean you didn't recognize that He was Jesus?" "Wait, He just disappeared?" "You didn't ask Him when He's coming back?" Haha. I'm sure the questions were endless, but they didn't really matter. What did matter was that Jesus was alive.

And Jesus is alive today! Hallelujah, what a Savior!