I am grateful for a faith that is historically accurate, that can be proven by written testimony and archaeological evidence. But I am even more grateful for a faith that is the only one whose leader died for me and – and this part is huge – came back to life for me. No other faith system can boast that.
Because I need a life that will not end. I need a life that has power. I need a life that is abundant. I need a life that conquers death and sin. I need a life that is full and free and overflowing and wild.
Because my soul was created for all of those things. Because my soul needs a Love that is never-ending, that is powerful, that is abundant, that is conquering, that is full and free and overflowing and wild.
The wait is over. We no longer sit in the long, dark shadows of the cross of Friday. We no longer sit in the quiet and despair and questions of the closed-off tomb of Saturday. We celebrate that one Person took on our sin, killed it, and kicked death and evil in the teeth, because of wild love.
And yet, we still must wait a little bit longer. Because this life is about the waiting. All of this life is preparation. All of this life is a wooing. All of this life is God, through each mundane or gorgeous act in your life, trying to get through to you, and to me, that we’re loved. That he created you and that he loves you and that he died for you and that he came back from the dead for you. He is One we’ve been waiting for. He is our Rescue. He rescued once and for all at the cross, he rescues every day through his generosity and provision and grace, and he will rescue for all time, for those of us who believe.
Rescuer, come. I need you. I love you. I’m grateful. I’m yours.