Dawn. Resurrection morning
The tomb is empty.
Tears are shed. Where is he?
Not here in the place of the dead.
Not here in darkness and gloom.
Here speaking hope in a garden.
Here on a bright sunny morning on a beach, waves crashing out joy on a shore with fish roasting on the fire.
Here in an upper room filled with confusion.
Here on a road, breaking bread, spinning tales of battles won.
Here. He is here.
And suddenly everything has changed.
New life is possible. Hope is more than wishing it lives and breathes and dwells amongst us.
The unthinkable has come true. Death is dead. The trail blazes across the sky for us to follow and dance in. We have a future. There is more than this pale frail world in front of our eyes. There is a world of wonder and newness guaranteed to us by the one who is the first born of that world.
Our hope is not in vain. Our hope is not in vain. Our hope is not in vain.
We can dance in the sparkly sun of this morning because joy will come, because this is not the end. Because he calls us to come and have breakfast with him.
So stand tall today. In the midst of the pain of this life light has forced its way in and will not be quenched. Stand tall. Dance over mountains, sing loud shouts, breathe the clear refreshing air of resurrection day.
“Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here; he has risen!”
“Death has been swallowed up in victory.” “Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?” The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.”
“Jesus said to them, “Come and have breakfast.”