The resurrection! I’m so delighted to write about this on the last day of the year.
I fall into the category of loving New Year’s. It’s a fresh start, it’s a clean slate, it’s a new calendar. This morning, this sentence stuck out to me:
“But on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they went to the tomb, taking the spices they had prepared. And they found the stone rolled away from the tomb.” 24:1
Imagine these women, up at dawn, packing up their ointments and spices. I imagine they didn’t sleep much the night before. I imagine their hearts feel heavy. You know that feeling after a tragedy, like you’re physically wearing grief? And for a split second when you wake up, you haven’t put it on? And then reality hits you.
I know the story goes on to say that they wondered if Jesus’ body was stolen, and they panic. But I wonder if for just a second, they saw the stone rolled away and their hearts leapt, hopeful that none of it had happened at all.
The gospel resurrects us. It’s a clean slate and a fresh start. Like the new year, it doesn’t mean you have no responsibilities and nothing to answer to. But you get to be made new. You get to wake up and shake off the burden that blankets you.
Do you need a fresh start?
Maybe it’s something big, like a broken marriage, a lost job or a crime you’ve commitment. Maybe it’s something small, like a pivot in your eating habits or a vow to deep clean your house. That small-scale stuff is rooted in bigger problem, as I’m sure you know. We’re all enslaved somewhere.
If you’re not reading along with us, I encourage you to read Luke 24 and reflect on this beautiful story.
Tomorrow we start off 2020 with a bang in the book of Leviticus!