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Jesus Has Overcome!

It’s been quite a few months since my last post, but hey, I’ve been busy. We’ll get more into that at some later point, but right now, I want to take the time to rejoice on a day that’s meant to be more about joy, and less about self-deprecation, so let me just start by saying:

 

HE’S ALIVE!!!!**

**and that’s supposed to be meant like a joyous thing, it’s not for a mournful/horrific occasion, if you were, say Victor Frankenstein talking about the deadly monster you just created that was out to destroy all of humanity. But this is Easter for goodness sake (and for our sake), and Jesus is no zombie.

 

Anyways, on a much lighter note, I hope you guys had a chance to celebrate Jesus’ resurrection at your church this morning, even if you don’t go to church on a regular basis. I had the privilege of being a part of our church choir, and these lyrics from one of my favorite songs have really stuck with me:

At the cross the work was finished

You were buried in the ground

But the grave could not contain you,

For you wear the Victor’s Crown!

Hallelujah!

You have overcome, you have overcome!

Hallelujah! Jesus you have overcome the world!

(see lyric video here)

 

Jesus has overcome the world. We have a reason to live because he died for us, and no reason to fear because he has conquered all. Lately, there’s been so much unrest in the world, but if you don’t know Jesus, you’re living in fear, and that’s the worst place you could be in.

So if you don’t know Him, introduce yourself to Him today, and invite him into your life as your Lord and Savior- that way when Easter rolls around next year and you find yourself at church, you can fully say this with confidence:

HE IS RISEN!!

HE IS RISEN INDEED!! HALLELUJAH!

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A Singed Revival

Hey Guys!!!

You don’t think I would’ve left you guys off with just a depressing poem did you? DID YOU??? Well, the best part of the Easter weekend includes the fact that Jesus is risen. WOOHOOO!!! So this here’s a poem continued off from the main story line.

And this time, I came up with a title. Yeahhh man.

A Singed Revival

It’s now Sunday.

A few days have passed

Since I was here Friday.

*** (again, this is the spacing b/w the stanzas)

I walk through the woods,

Against the wind blast

I pull up my hood.

***

Shame is washing over me

Drowning me, yet holding me fast

I wonder if I’ll ever be free

***

I come to the stake on the mound

Though it seems like centuries have passed

Since he was mercilessly bound

***

I turn away, I can’t stay a second more

Until all of a sudden, as I look with a gasp,

A figure rises out from the ashen floor.

***

The ashes crumble off as the figure stands up

I stand there frozen, utterly aghast

And become as meek as a shivering pup

***

“Why are you afraid?”

The ashen-clothed figure asks

“Don’t you know me? Have you not prayed?”

***

“But-” I helplessly stammer, “you perished,

I saw the flames devour even the grass

And then everyone fled, including your parish.”

***

The being smiles, then shows me his arms,

Just singes, but a stark contrast

Against his incandescent arms, and rope burns

***

“Come,” he gestures past the collapsed forest

And we walk, at last,

To join in the heavenly chorus.

***

The main point that we can take away from Jesus’ revival story is that He’s not only alive, but also risen with nail-scarred hands, making him even more holy and blameless to us. He arose, scarred, but arose just the same. He could have gone around to save us an easier way, or could have decided, “Nah, I don’t really like them that much anyway,” and zapped us right then and there.

But he didn’t. He chose to come down to our world, saved us by dying on the cross, and then returned to heaven with nail-scarred hands because he loves us.

His hands are still scarred to this day.