The tomb is empty. Now it gets real y’all. People are saying they’ve seen Jesus. Are they crazy? Liars? Crazy liars?
Those that were there and saw Jesus weren’t sure if it was him, so how are we to be certain?
We all have to decide for ourselves. And not deciding is deciding. And if we decide this isn’t fiction – if the part of us that hasn’t become jaded believes in Jesus’ bodily resurrection then we can’t shrug it off and live like this isn’t THE. MOST. IMPORTANT. THING. EVER.
Yet we ‘believers’ get up every morning and put our pants on (hopefully – pants are good!) and we chase after comfort and power and security. We hop on the hamster wheel as if nothing miraculous is possible and fling ourselves from one thing to another, charging up on caffeine, powering down with gin, Netflixing on the couch because life is hard man.
Is the life we are living the one Jesus died for? Do you think he is looking over this thing and applauding? Was this God’s dream for the world?
I’m tired of saying I believe in the resurrection and not living like like I do. I want God to resurrect my hopes and dreams, my body and relationships. I want him to empty the graves of unbelief and apathy and help me live life full of power – without striving and religion and all of the nonsense we call ‘christianity.’
I want to live a life worth dying for, something greater than a Sunday service, quiet time, and polite ladies bible study. Gah. Give me dragons to slay and prison escapes, bar fights for freedom and jousts for justice!
Give me a sword, Lord. Make me brave.