Resurrection Day

But Jesus said,

"Why are you so frightened?

Why do you Doubt?

Look at my hands and my feet

and see who I am."

Luke 24:38,39

The hands and feet of Jesus reveal everything we need-

proof that the debt of our sin has been paid.

We have nothing to fear.

"We are the people of the Resurrection.

Let's be that."

Todd Komarnicki

Resurrection Day

Dogwood Shadows

Cornus florida L.

'Then the disciples went back to their homes. But Mary stood weeping outside the tomb, and as she wept she stooped to look into the tomb.'

John 20:10,11

     Easter morning, early. I am sitting on the deck, enjoying the shade of trees I did not plant and songs from birds I do not feed. Well, sometimes I feed them. Good Friday's rain released the last Dogwood petals. So, I gather a few and bring them inside. Hanging on the hutch door, a small sign catches my eye. It reads- believe. 

     I wonder, what was Mary thinking as she stooped to look into the tomb that morning?


     I am grateful for eyesight, but I know I can't always trust it. My eyes see one week of gas in the car and two weeks until payday. Fear is a hard taskmaster.  


     The testimony of Easter-

with God all things are possible.

Dogwood petal

Good Friday

Angel of the Lord

Lilli Turner, age 5

There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel’s veins;

And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.

Lose all their guilty stains, lose all their guilty stains;

And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.
William Cowper, 1772

It is raining. If there is one day in the entire year that rain is appropriate it is the Friday before Easter, the only day humans have named 'good'. I am sitting outside. The sky is Payne's grey. Old-timers would say, "The sky's gone smooth cloudy." I have been reflecting on all I have to be grateful for, a long list. Today, I am especially grateful for the Cross. Today I meditate on friendship and loyalty. John was the only disciple of Jesus at the Cross that day. My perspective of the Cross is post-resurrection. What must have been going through John's mind? Forced to watch his closest friend die, abandoned, alone. I am overwhelmed with knowing I take the Cross for granted, I take the goodness of the Cross for granted. 'His kindness leads to repentance.' His kindness puts me on my face, and, like Peter, cry 'Depart from me, for I am a sinful man!' And so, He left us. But on the third day He came back!