“He asked them, ‘What are you discussing together as you walk along?’ One of them, named Cleopas, asked him, ‘Are you the only one visiting Jerusalem who does not know the things that have happened there in these days?’” “It is true! The Lord has risen and has appeared to Simon.” Luke 24:17, 18, 34
It came on me like a hot flash. Minutes earlier, I had strutted into First United Methodist Church in Ft. Worth with my family, parading down the aisle in my Easter finery, reveling in the compliment given to me by Alice, the greeter. I could tell Alice was definitely a fashionista because of the lovely royal-blue hat with a snappy yellow bow that adorned her head. I must admit that I felt a moment of envy, but since it was Easter, I quickly dismissed my covetous thoughts and continued my strut down the aisle.
When the minister began the service, we stood up, and I heard those words that we hear every Easter morning, “He has risen, He has risen indeed.” Suddenly my lip began to quiver, and tears streamed down my face. I was puzzled and asked myself, “What is the source of these unexpected and overwhelming emotions?” I wasn’t sweating like my normal hot flashes, so I chalked it up to nostalgia of Easter holidays gone by. Then when we began to sing “Christ the Lord is Risen Today”, the tears flowed again, and that same warm feeling surrounded my heart. I couldn’t figure out what was happening. Strangely, the answer came to me as if Cleopas and his traveling buddy were talking to me on the road to Emmaus. “Where have you been, Debra Jean? I can’t believe you don’t know what’s been going on!”
I guess an honest response would have been, “Well, if you must know, at the mall of course, searching for my dress and these essential purple shoes that I was told added a “pop” to my Easter finery. Then I was assembling Easter baskets for the kids and sending cards to my friends. What a dumb question! It’s Easter after all, what am I supposed to be doing?”
But then I would have added that this year I also made time to go to church during Holy Week to hear the sermons, read the prayers, and thank Him for loving me. Amongst the eggs, the bunnies and my new shoes, I managed to put Jesus smack in the middle of my life. So what was it about this year that made my heart burst so? Could it be that I fell in love with my Savior again? I never thought it was possible to love my Lord more, but if this feeling were a true hot flash, I would have been fanning myself with the program, not drying my tears.
On this resurrection Sunday Jesus appeared to me like He did to Simon. He came alive in me with three simple words, “Christ has risen.” The thought of Him giving His life for me stirs my heart and penetrates my soul like the nails in His holy hands.
So there you go, Cleopas, I’m not so unaware after all. I’m just reveling in His glory and love. May He continue to be alive in all of us.
Points to Ponder:
1. Do you have a Resurrection day story?
2. Is there something that makes your heart burst?
3. How is Christ alive in you? Do you feel Him or share Him with others?
Pray with me:
Dear Risen Christ, we strut through our lives sharing our glory, but how often do we strut for You? How often do we show the world Your glory?
Guide us to be walking advertisements of Your love, so others may see Easter in us everyday.