He is Risen – Matthew 28.6
No sooner has Christmas faded from the mind, than Easter is upon us once again! While we do not follow the ‘church calendar’ as though it is infallible, it is nonetheless sometimes very useful that we have ‘reminders’ as the year passes of some of the key events in the Scriptures.
Of course, God did not give us the ‘church calendar’, but He has given us very effective ways of remembering both Calvary’s Cross, and the Resurrection, much more than just once a year. We have the regular observance of the Lord’s Supper, or Communion, which was instituted by our Saviour with the words ‘This do in remembrance of Me’. We do not meet to mourn His death, but to remember it, to give thanks for it, and to remind ourselves of how much we owe Him – ‘Love so amazing, so divine – demands my soul, my life, my all’.
And what of the Resurrection? Well, in every year there are fifty-two Lord’s Days! He rose on the first day of the week, which is why we follow the New Testament pattern of meeting together on this day in particular (of course, nothing stops us from meeting on other days as well!)
Perhaps ‘Easter Sunday’ fills you with great joy. That is wonderful! We serve a risen and living Saviour who blesses us daily by the work of the Spirit, and who gives us certain hope of eternal life. But, dear friends, let me appeal to you to make every Lord’s Day just as joyful! How blessed we will be if we keep our Saviour’s triumph foremost in our minds – where will we find the strength and power to live holy lives in this difficult and dark world? Where will we find the victory over sin, and assurance of eternal life? Only in and through the might of our risen, ascended Lord Jesus Christ. He is risen indeed –Hallelujah!
May God bless you all
Jonathan Hunt (Pastor)
O Praise the risen Prince of Light,
Who, clothed in human clay,
Entered into the gates of death,
And tore those bars away!
There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And pours His blessings down;
His triumph well rewards His pains,
And bids Him wear the crown.
Death is no more the king of fear
Since our Emmanuel rose;
He took the tyrant’s sting away,
And banished all its woes.
See how the Conqueror mounts aloft,
And to His Father flies,
With scars of honour in His flesh,
And triumph in His eyes.
Angels and saints in wonder join,
Their sweetest voices raise;
Let Heaven above and earth below,
Sound our Emmanuel’s praise!