If you weren’t aware, for us Christians it was just a few days ago we stopped to reflect and remember Christ’s death on Good Friday.
It’s hard to understand why we call such a day “good”. What’s good about pondering the brutal marring of our beloved Jesus? It’s such a somber time. The word “good” was the farthest thing from the minds of Mary and the disciples as they watched their beloved, son, friend, brother, teacher, and Lord have his body mutilated and then hung on a cross.
Not only that, but He was buried. I don’t know if you have ever watched a close friend or beloved family member get buried, but it’s not pretty.
There’s no disputing it. Jesus was dead. Call death whatever you want–miserable, cold-hearted, imminent–but don’t call it good. That is one thing it’s not.
I think we call it good because of what it meant for us: forgiveness of sins. I hate to say it, at the expense of a person’s life, but that’s actually really good news. Jesus, the perfect and sinless lamb, died as a sacrifice for our sins once and for all. We owed an infinite amount of debt to God for our sins and Jesus paid it for us IN FULL through his death. We should have been on that cross, but He took our place. As much as it sucked for Him, it was really good for us.
But without the resurrection, it means nothing.
“And if Christ has not been raised, your faith is futile and you are still in your sins. Then those also who have fallen asleep in Christ have perished. If in Christ we have hope in this life only, we are of all people most to be pitied.” (1 Corinthians 15:17-19)
If Christ didn’t raise from the dead, as Paul states, then our faith is in vain. If we center our entire lives around a dead guy, then we’re pitiful. Absolutely pitiful.
The resurrection of Jesus is the branch that Christianity sits on. Take away the resurrection and our faith amounts to nothing more than a pile of beans.
The resurrection affirms Jesus’ identity as the Son of God. It validates Christ’s equality with God. Jesus’ authority to forgive our sins comes from his divine identity. If he didn’t raise from the dead, he was just some homeless cuckoo who spewed insanity and got away with a whole lot of weird stuff.
But the stone was rolled away.
Three days later, Jesus wasn’t in the tomb. Death could not hold him down. The grave wasn’t strong enough. He got up and walked out.
A lot of other religions worship dead guys, but we worship a God who has conquered death. We worship a Jesus who is alive today, seated on His throne as King over creation, ruling and reigning, waiting for His return.
This is what I love about Easter Sunday. It reminds me that every day is Easter!
There’s never a day that Jesus isn’t alive (after all, there’s a reason they never found His body). Therefore, we have great cause to celebrate. Our Savior isn’t dead. He’s alive.
Happy Resurrection Day!