What can I write about Easter that hasn’t been written before?
Every year we come to the cross, where we flinch at the nails our sins drove into the hands that reach out to us. We cringe at the angry stripes on the back that bears our burdens. We grieve the pain in the eyes that look on us in love.
Every year we come to the grave and mourn the cost of our cruelty, dishonesty, immorality, and selfishness.
But then every year we come to the empty tomb and marvel at the power that raised Jesus from death to life, that raises us to eternal life. We hear His soothing voice of forgiveness and feel His hand of peace on our heads. We rejoice at the love and mercy and grace given to us, and we savor the freshness of a story two thousand years old.
What can I write that hasn’t been written before? Not one word. And not one new word is needed when the ancient words say it all: “‘Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here; he has risen!'” (Luke 24:5-6).
Hallelujah! He is risen indeed!