Compiled by Kathy Holliday
This past weekend, Christ-followers in every time zone, zip code, and social stratum celebrated Resurrection Sunday, commemorating the spiritual pivot of human history.
It is because our Savior won the definitive victory to cancel our debt of sin and restore us to right relationship with the Father that we “have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure,” [Hebrews 6:19].
On this side of heaven, none of us can fully grasp the transcendent reality of the Crucifixion and Resurrection. That must await our translation into our heavenly bodies, where we will be in the Lord’s presence and “know as we are known.”
Until that time, we can benefit from the observations and affirmations of others. Following are a few perspectives that have brought insight and encouragement to me and, I hope, for you:
- “The Cross was a superb triumph in which the foundations of hell were shaken. There is nothing more certain in Time or Eternity than what Jesus Christ did on the Cross: He switched the whole of the human race back into a right relationship with God. He made Redemption the basis of human life; that is, He made a way for every son of man to get into communion with God….The Cross is the center of Time and Eternity, the answer to the enigmas of both.” ~Oswald Chambers, excerpted from the April 6th entry of, My Utmost for His Highest: Selections for the Year, Discovery House Publishers.
- In his introduction to the edition referenced above, the late Richard C. Halverson, former chaplain of the U.S. Senate, noted the strength of My Utmost… “lies in its stubborn insistence on the objective reality of Redemption as the only secure foundation….the ground of faith and experience is the person of Jesus Christ.”
- “He has forced open a door that has been locked since the death of the first man. He has met, fought, and beaten the King of Death. Everything is different because He has done so.” ~C.S. Lewis in Chapter 16, Miracles
- Finally, I am indebted to a friend who forwarded to me an internet link containing the following poem by late American author, John Updike, penned in 1960:
Seven Stanzas at Easter
it was as His body;
if the cells’ dissolution did not reverse, the molecules
reknit, the amino acids rekindle,
the Church will fall.
It was not as the flowers,
each soft Spring recurrent;
it was not as His Spirit in the mouths and fuddled
eyes of the eleven apostles; it was as His flesh: ours.
The same hinged thumbs and toes,
the same valved heart
that–pierced–died, withered, paused, and then
regathered out of enduring Might new strength to enclose.
Let us not mock God with metaphor,
analogy, sidestepping, transcendence;
making of the event a parable,
a sign painted in the faded credulity of earlier ages:
let us walk through the door.
The stone is rolled back,
not papier-mâché, not a stone in a story,
but the vast rock of materiality that in the slow
grinding of time will eclipse for each of us
the wide light of day.
And if we will have an angel at the tomb,
make it a real angel, weighty with Max Planck’s quanta, vivid with hair,
opaque in the dawn light, robed in real linen
spun on a definite loom.
Let us not seek to make it less monstrous,
for our own convenience, our own sense of beauty,
lest, awakened in one unthinkable hour, we are
embarrassed by the miracle,
and crushed by remonstrance.