Resurrection is one of those weird Christian topics that has left scholars and religious sects arguing for centuries. Can one really transcend from death to life? And did the man called Jesus actually accomplish this once for all? Or is this concept archaic, naive and foolish?
“For if the dead are not raised, not even Christ has been raised; and if Christ has not been raised, your faith is worthless; you are still in your sins” (1 Cor. 15: 16, 17).
If we really believe–really believe–that Jesus did not linger in the tomb, and that his body was not stolen, then we believe he is alive. And not just on Easter Sunday, but Monday. And Tuesday…He’s alive today.
Being alive means breathing, changing, growing; being renewed. I believe the Holy Spirit breathes new life into the stale, dusty places of our lives if we allow him there.
“If anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has gone; the new has come” (2 Cor. 5:17).
He gives energy to our old doctrines. He renovates our churches from the inside out–not beginning with a shiny new lobby or starched choir robes, but by resurrecting church members’ hearts and minds. He will transfuse lifeblood into a dead marriage. Bring hope to the grieving. Invigorate our tired careers. Call back from the dead a rotting soul.
He is life. He is alive.
“I came that they may have life, and have it to the fullest” (John 10:10).
So it seems those areas of our lives that are withering away, eking out their last breath, are those places that need the power of Christ’s resurrection. Maybe we haven’t invited Him there, or maybe we’ve shut the door in His thorn-crown-scarred face.
Jesus, renew me. Roll away my tomb today.