a hopeful hue

The world would never be the same again. One Sunday morning transformed everything and enabled us to be transformed as well.

When Jesus rose from the grave, a number of important things occurred. But one of the things that stands out to me is that the otherworldly, the transcendent, suddenly intersected the here-and-now.

As a result of the resurrection . . .

Truth has invaded the universe. It was here from the beginning (though marred), but now it is (How shall we put it?) really real.

Love is shown to be not only a sentiment but a force, a personal force that cannot be denied by the worst that humanity is able to throw at it.

Human existence, which is temporary and always succumbs to death, is promised eventual permanence through death’s conqueror.

Darkness, real and devastating as it can be, is driven out by the one true light.

When you are down and out, it is good to remember that there is One who is with us still. When life doesn’t make sense, it is helpful to recall that there was one Sunday morning when it did make sense, and so there is incentive to go on. When you stand at a grave site and the end seems so final, it is necessary to embrace the reality that someone has defeated the grave, and so will we. When confusion reigns and joy appears to be sapped out of existence, remember that there is indeed purpose to it all, for love became one of us and secured our standing before God. When life feels too typical, too natural, keep in mind that a supernatural element has been released into the world.

Because of what Jesus has accomplished, life has taken on a hopeful hue. Through Jesus, a different kind of existence is in our midst. When Jesus rose from the dead, joy rose with him, and that joy is available to all those who believe. Happy Easter!