Today is the most special of all holidays for me. I am awestruck of the reverence I feel toward the resurrection of mankind. Actually, I am not really sure whether I feel like dropping to my knees or leaping for joy. I guess sitting here blogging, and telling the world about it is somewhere in between. Or perhaps it is not quite enough at all.
Today I celebrate what it means. What it means for me. Jesus Christ overcame death, and all that was placed in His path, that we (or that I) may one day do the same. Not only did He take on all the sins and pains of this world, but he died, and rose again. Not only did he just rise again. But he rose again, that we may do the same. Not just rise again, but rise again perfected. Made whole. Restored. Proper and perfect. That the pain and anguish of this life will not endure forever. But instead, the peace in perfection in the presence of God. Today I celebrate redemption. I celebrate my Savior and Redeemer. The Redeemer of Mankind.
Perhaps one day, when I am a little less scrambled, I will make a poem out of that paragraph. For now, it does not seem possible to summarize into poetry the way I feel.
I feel like proclaiming as Job did... For I know that my Redeemer lives, and though, old age, disability, bug bites, sickness, depression, baldness, sadness and pain destroy this body... yet in my flesh I shall see God. And I shall leap. And I will run. And I will dance in gratitude for my Savior, even Jesus Christ.
"He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not. Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed." (Isaiah 53:3-5)