Posts Tagged ‘Easter’

Almost every person of faith has experienced a revelation of the risen Christ.
What’s your story?

ALMOST ALL PEOPLE OF CHRISTIAN FAITH claim to have some sort of experience of the risen Christ. For some, it happened underneath a starlit sky, or along a shoreline at sunrise. For others, it  was in worship on a Sunday morning when the preacher was preaching a fiery message, or at a funeral when hearts were heavy with grief. (more…)

Just as God broke open the tomb on Easter morning and raised up Jesus,
God can break open your tombs and raise you up, too! 

Did you catch David Brooks’s impressive closing keynote speech at the Knight Foundation’s 2019 Media Forum? If you missed it, you can see it online. Brooks is a conservative columnist who writes for the New York Times which, he jokes, makes him feel a little bit like the “the resident rabbi at Mecca. It’s a very lonely position”.

I was quite moved by Brooks’s thoughtful presentation which citied biblical passages and even the great twentieth century theologian, Paul Tillich. One of the things from Brooks’s speech that has stuck with me was his understanding that in our individual and even national times of division, darkness, or crisis, “we can either be broken, or broken open.” (more…)

Bat Boys 2My brothers and me, Easter 1968. Forget the jelly beans and chocolate eggs!
Nothing said “Easter” like a super cool Batman t-shirt.

A BATMAN T-SHIRT! I HIT THE JACKPOT! It was the best Easter present a five-year old kid could receive in 1968. Never mind the chocolate eggs and colorful jelly beans, either. Easter morning, 1968, my parents blessed my brothers and me with authentic Batman t-shirts.

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The power of Easter can slip easily from our grasp, if we’re not careful. As far as the big Christian holy days are concerned, Christmas is so much easier to deal with than Easter.

At Christmas, we celebrate the birth of a child. No problem, there! Who can’t get behind a birthday celebration, especially one for a poor kid who grows up to be king? Disney ought to make a movie: Jesus: Prince of Kings.

At Easter, though, we have to accept that almost two thousand years ago a dead man was raised from the dead, got right up, walked around the place for fifty days, dropped in on old friends, and even cooked-up a mess of fish on the beach one morning. The Easter story is a whole lot trickier than Christmas to get our heads around. Christmas is a heart warmer. Easter is a mind bender.
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Happy Fourth Day of Easter!

“The meaning of Easter slips easily from our grasp. At Christmas, we celebrate the birth of a child. No problem, there! Who can’t get behind a birthday celebration? But at Easter we have to accept that almost two thousand years ago a dead man was raised from the dead. That takes a lot of theological acrobatics to comprehend. As a young person, I spent many summers and other holidays at my grandparent’s funeral home. As a pastor, I’ve been burying the dead for two and a half decades; I’ve never seen anyone sit up in their casket and say, ‘Hi everybody! I’m back!’ But maybe Easter isn’t supposed to be grasped, at least not the way we get hold of a math problem or solve a puzzle. Maybe Easter is just the way God wants us to live, trusting that there is something much bigger and much better beyond the end of our temporal noses. After all, when you live as if Easter is real, even if you are just faking it – working for justice, making peace instead of war, sharing out your abundance, believing that there is a future brighter than the darkness of the present, even if the present includes death, that’s when the staggering truth of Easter starts to sink-in: in God we are abundantly and eternally free!”

– R. Mark Giuliano, The Old Stone Church

 

He is risen, indeed!

A powerful Good Friday Message of honesty and hope from Rev. Dr. R. Mark Giuliano of the Old Stone Church (First Presbyterian Church, Cleveland) in Downtown Cleveland, followed by a haunting solo of “Were You There” and the Offering of Nails. God bless you all this dark Friday.