If resurrection were possible, you’d be into it, right? I mean, if something that was dead could be brought back to life, you’d at least check it out. Out of curiosity, if nothing else. Because dead things aren’t supposed to come back. Death is generally considered an ending. Pets die, loved ones die. Careers die, relationships die. And as they do, things start to die in us. Dreams die, hope dies. And we trudge forward, leaving them behind. We move on, because what else can we do? They’re dead. End of story.
But then there’s Easter. And this Jesus guy. And a story about what happened after his death. A story that claims that after he died, he got back up. Three days after the fact, no less. This is, of course, a CRAZY story. It’s an insane possibility. But what if? What if it’s true? And if a human being can come back from the dead, could that internal stuf be brought back to life too? What if the dead hope could be revived, if the dreams we left rotting in the ground could suddenly start pulsing with life again?
The story of Jesus says yes. If he came back to life, then everything’s fair game for resurrection. Including the internal stuff in our hearts that we’ve written off as dead and buried. And I believe this crazy story happens to be true. I can’t prove it. But I believe it.
These are the thoughts swirling in my head today. Thinking about Easter, thinking about Jesus, thinking about His resurrection. And I keep coming to a question: What in my life needs resurrecting? Are there things that need the Lazarus treatment, things Jesus could breath new life into? I’m feeling that the answer to that is a resounding yes. Small things, like this blog are in need of reviving. Big things, like hope and trust and authenticity. I’m feeling that now’s the time, that today’s the day. The day to listen like Lazarus for the voice of God, and do what He says- get up. Get out of the tomb. Follow His lead. And LIVE.