If ever there was a day on which we can be sure of our salvation, it is Easter morning! He came to destroy all the works of the devil, and on this day He triumphed.
John 1 is quite a good Easter reading. Jesus’ holy feet walked on the normal soil of earth, and in walking, He redeemed. In living, He brought us all life. The Word became flesh and made His dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth. And from the fulness of His grace we have all received one blessing after another.
Solid joys and lasting treasures, none but Zion’s children know. The certainty of our hope does not depend on our mood when we wake up in the morning! It does not depend on how brightly the flame of our faith has been burning. We are not at the whim of some irascible Deity, one day approving, and then one day smiting. We have not come to a mountain of fire and smoke. We have come to the hill of Golgotha, and to the empty cross.
The eggshells at Easter are like the empty tomb: like the apparent unmoving stone in front of the tomb. In the words from Keith Green’s song ‘Love Broke Through’, ‘with one touch you rolled away the stone that held my heart’. It was impossible for us, but it was just a gesture of love for Him.
No, salvation was not an easy thing for the Saviour. He humbled Himself. But how beautiful, the feet that walked in Palestine, that walked the road to the cross. How beautiful, the blood that flowed down his face. How beautiful, the holes in His hands and feet. Those lovely wounds, those selfless, life-affirming, sacrifical tokens of His undying love for us.
If you ever doubted that God loved you, just come back to the cross. And be reminded too of what Paul shares in 1 Corinthians 15:
The body that is sown is perishable; it is sown in dishonour, it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness, it is raised in power; it is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body.
Happy Easter and the peace and joy of the risen Lord be richly with you.