In a few days Christ followers will celebrate Easter. A festival devoted to a dead man who came back to life. And while our hearts and minds are devout in this, we are in a global pandemic of fear.
I am constantly surprised by Christians who question plagues, hoard toilet paper or food, or even grasp for control over their lives, as if it is ever theirs to grasp. Do we, as Christians, believe down to our marrow, that Jesus is who he says he is? If so, why the fear? Why the doubt, why the surprise, why the angst?
Perhaps this is a revealing of our true selves. A mirror glance to see what we believe. The truth is, if we follow and worship a guy who came back to life, how is it even possible to think this is a surprise to him? The rage, the racism, the tearing apart of families and friends over human issues, is all sin. He is saddened by it, but not surprised by it. And if he isn't surprised by it, why are we? Stop and be honest with yourself. Gut wrenchingly honest. Either he was raised from the dead or he wasn't, and if he was there is no greater power in existence, and that power is yours. The victory is already won and the evidence of this is the overwhelming fear piercing most hearts because Satan is afraid. He wants you to fear, because fear equates to doubt.
Scripture tells us how much something the size of a mustard seed can do. The mustard seed is the smallest seed known to mankind. It can move mountains. Literally, if your faith is solid. Satan plants mustard seeds of fear and doubt and angst because he knows how powerful you can be when you join with a resurrected body.
So what do we do with resurrection Sunday? We delve deep into it. We lay prostrate and beg for our own resurrection, which is the only place we will find soul peace.
Do you believe he is who he says he is? If so, there is nothing to fear. Nothing. Now go out there and live in a resurrected spirit. You are a reflection of eternity. Act like it.