Is It Over?
prayed silently just a few weeks ago as I sat before my
Bible in the near darkness. My little purple plug-in lamp,
like always, was illuminating the Word as I read in the
early morning hours.
as the Easter season approaches, teach us something new.
Make us more aware of Your gift of the Savior's death and
then life…make this Easter memorable, Lord!
just last night, a tornado visited our neighborhood. Trees
fell, cars were smashed, windows were blown out of buildings.
Ken wasn't home. We were nervous! We clambered to the basement,
taking a plate of chocolate chip cookies with us.
the Lord had not been on our side -- the flood would have
engulfed us, the torrent would have swept over us,
the raging waters would have swept us away.
night, just as the rains began, Ken was at the church leading
a Passover Seder. Tomorrow is Easter Sunday. This special
week we've been pondering God the Father's great and miraculous
gift of freedom to us -- through the death of His Son, Jesus
the conclusion of the Seder, the emergency sirens began
to sound. Ken was determined to come home! Wind and rain
attacked his car as he drove, blowing down trees and signs
all around him. Suddenly, without warning, a huge wooden
object smashed into his front windshield and damaged the
car and window. Ken was completely unharmed. Why was he
not hurt or killed?
be to the Lord!
We have escaped like a bird out of the fowler's snare; the
snare has been broken,
and we have escaped!
Ken been killed…would we have not been under God's loving
care and sheltering wings? Of course we would have. If things
had been different, our Great Provider would still be our
Sovereign Lord and God Almighty! Ken would have gone home
to his ultimate hope. We would have stayed behind, for now,
resting in the Father's will.
around us last night, the storm raged. We heard giant crashes
and explosions outside as trees collapsed and power lines
exploded. The St. Louis airport, just a few blocks away
from us, was heavily damaged. Observation windows were blown
inwards, showering people with broken glass. Airport hangars
were destroyed, trucks were rolling down the runway precariously.
A nearby trampoline flew up, blown by the wind, to the power
lines above! Darkness and confusion reigned.
we all sat together in a huddle on the basement floor, looking
up into the darkness, trusting the Father through the storm.
Helpless, yet secure.
arrived home during the first storm. Then all was quiet.
is it over?" the little ones kept asking.
the sirens sang again. Another storm raged outside while
we listened inside. Together. Without electricity. But with
no, Mommy, I'm so sorry!" Tears filled Elijah's eyes
as he held me close through the storm. I looked down at
him in the dark.
Bible light won't work in the morning. What will you do?
Do you want my flashlight?"
smiled as I thought of that little purple lamp that lights
the Word for me in the early mornings.
will be great, Elijah, thanks."
this morning I switched on Elijah's dim little light. I
began praying that God would light up my mind with His wisdom
as I studied…
How frightening it must have been for those alive during
Jesus' death! The darkness. The earthquakes. The chaos.
there were no warning sirens…no flying debris…no smashed
there was one man. A man so many did not understand. A man
who was beaten, bruised, hurting, rejected. Crying. Repeatedly
forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing…"
He prayed as they mocked.
didn't die on accident. His death didn't come suddenly,
without warning, as some strange object flew into his vision…
And the Jewish leaders…they didn't take His life. He wasn't
when Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, He gave
up His spirit.
gave up His life that day, in the middle of the afternoon,
though darkness and confusion reigned. He chose death, for
"Daddy, is it over?"
But then there were the
The tombs broke
open and the bodies of many holy people who had died were
raised to life.
They came out of the tombs,
and after Jesus' resurrection they went into the holy city
and appeared to many people.
Holy people came out
of the grave? Prophets. Martyrs. Faithful, yet forgotten
ones. Those unwavering ones who had lived their lives as
a testimony of God's law and hope…those who died with the
coming of the Promised One yet unfulfilled. Those whose
question was answered by the very breath they were carrying…
"Daddy, is it over?"
They just couldn't remain!
Life breathed into them as Jesus' death and resurrection
opened their graves and renewed their bodies! Who did they
appear to? What did they say? Where did they go when Jesus
Oh the captivating mystery
of the Gospel! Some questions yet unanswered, but so many
prophecies and promises already fulfilled…
Do you believe? Some choose not to. Some deny the Lordship
of Christ. Some say He is but one of many gods. Some say
He is not the Chosen One.
Really?! Even with all
the signs and wonders-with all the prophecies fulfilled
and dead people walking and Romans believing and angels
appearing -- with all the miracles and majesty of a Risen
Christ…still some doubted.
Then the eleven
disciples went to Galilee, to the mountain where Jesus had
told them to go.
When they saw Him, they worshiped Him;
but some doubted.
Why? If you saw Jesus,
feeding the hungry, healing the blind, raising the dead,
conquering death, loving the loveless…would you believe
and not doubt?
If He were standing alive
before you, scars of death still on his body, about to go
up into heaven, smiling at you, reaching out to you, instructing
you…would you yet doubt?
If He were always there,
loving you, giving you breath each morning, providing for
you, healing you, would you yet doubt?
If He were there, in
His Word, speaking to you, comforting you, teaching and
urging you, would you yet doubt?
"Daddy, is it over?"
Not yet! The Father still
gives you time! He loves you so!
Soon, it will be over,
but not yet.
There is still time to
So we fix our eyes not on what
is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary,
but what is unseen is eternal.
II Corinthians 4:18
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