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    The German theologian Jurgen Moltmann expresses in a single sentence the great span from Good Friday to Easter. It is, in fact, a summary of human history, past, present, and future: "God weeps with us so that we may someday laugh with him."  

    Philip Yancey in Christianity Today. 1 Cor. 15:54.

    It was May Day, 1990. The place, Moscow's Red Square. "Is it straight, Father?" one Orthodox priest asked another, shifting the heavy, eight-foot crucifix on his shoulder. "Yes," said the other. "It is straight." Together the two priests, along with a group of parishioners holding ropes that steadied the beams of the huge cross, walked the parade route. Before them was passed the official might of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics: The usual May Day procession of tanks, missiles, troops, and salutes to the Communist party elite. Behind the tanks surged a giant crowd of protesters, shouting up at Mikhail Gorbachev. "Bread!...Freedom!...Truth!"

    As the throng passed directly in front of the Soviet leader standing in his place of honor, the priests hoisted their heavy burden toward the sky. The cross emerged from the crowd. As it did, the figure of Jesus Christ obscured the giant poster faces of Karl Marx, Friedrich Engels, and Vladimir Lenin that provided the backdrop for Gorbachev's reviewing stand. "Mikhail Sergeyevich!" one of the priests shouted, his deep voice cleaving the clamor of the protesters and piercing straight toward the angry Soviet leader. "Mikhail Sergeyevich! Christ is risen!" 

    Charles W. Colson, The Body, 1992, Word Publishing, p. 231.

    In Storytelling: Imagination and Faith, William J. Bausch shares: "In the Greek Orthodox tradition, the day after Easter was devoted to telling jokes. . . .They felt they were imitating the cosmic joke that God pulled on Satan in the Resurrection. Satan thought he had won, and was smug in his victory, smiling to himself, having the last word. So he thought. Then God raised Jesus from the dead, and life and salvation became the last words."

    William J. Bausch, Storytelling: Imagination and Faith.

    Little Philip, born with Down's syndrome, attended a third-grade Sunday School class with several eight-year-old boys and girls. Typical of that age, the children did not readily accept Philip with his differences, according to an article in Leadership magazine. But because of a creative teacher, they began to care about Philip and accept him as part of the group, though not fully. The Sunday after Easter the teacher brought Leggs pantyhose containers, the kind that look like large eggs. Each receiving one, the children were told to go outside on that lovely spring day, find some symbol for new life, and put it in the egg-like container. Back in the classroom, they would share their new-life symbols, opening the containers one by one in surprise fashion. After running about the church property in wild confusion, the students returned to the classroom and placed the containers on the table. Surrounded by the children, the teacher began to open them one by one. After each one, whether flower, butterfly, or leaf, the class would ooh and ahh. Then one was opened, revealing nothing inside. The children exclaimed, "That's stupid. That's not fair. Somebody didn't do their assignment." Philip spoke up, "That's mine." "Philip, you don't ever do things right!" the student retorted. "There's nothing there!" I did so do it," Philip insisted. "I did do it. It's empty. the tomb was empty!" Silence followed. From then on Philip became a full member of the class. 

    He died not long afterward from an infection most normal children would have shrugged off. At the funeral this class of eight-year-olds marched up to the altar not with flowers, but with their Sunday school teacher, each to lay on it an empty pantyhose egg.


    For family devotions, Martin Luther once read the account of Abraham offering Isaac on the altar in Genesis 22. His wife, Katie, said, "I do not believe it. God would not have treated his son like that!" "But, Katie," Luther replied, "He did." 

    W. Wiersbe, The Wycliffe Handbook of Preaching & Preachers,  p. 191.

    Dr. Seamands tells of a Muslim who became a Christian in Africa. "Some of his friends asked him, 'Why have you become a Christian?' He answered, 'Well, its like this. Suppose you were going down the road and suddenly the road forked in two directions, and you didn't know which way to go, and there at the fork in the road were two men, one dead and one alive--which one would you ask which way to go?'" 

    Warren Webster, April, 1980, HIS, p. 13.

    Dr. George Sweeting tells of an incident in the early 1920s when Communist leader Nikolai Bukharin was sent from Moscow to Kiev to address an anti-God rally. For an hour he abused and ridiculed the Christian faith until it seemed as if the whole structure of belief was in ruins. Then questions were invited. An Orthodox church priest rose and asked to speak. He turned, faced the people, and gave the Easter greeting, "He is risen!" Instantly the assembly rose to its feet and the reply came back loud and clear, "He is risen indeed!" 

    Today in the Word, September, 1989, p. 8.


    Some of us stay at the cross,
    some of us wait at the tomb,
    Quickened and raised with Christ
    yet lingering still in the gloom.
    Some of us 'bide at the Passover feast
    with Pentecost all unknown,
    The triumphs of grace in the heavenly place
    that our Lord has made His own.
    If the Christ who died had stopped at the cross,
    His work had been incomplete.
    If the Christ who was buried had stayed in the tomb,
    He had only known defeat,
    But the way of the cross never stops at the cross
    and the way of the tomb leads on
    To victorious grace in the heavenly place
    where the risen Lord has gone.

    Annie Johnson Flint.

    The day of resurrection?
    Earth, tell it out abroad;
    The Passover of gladness,
    The Passover of God.
    From death to life eternal,
    From this world to the sky,
    Our Christ hath brought us over
    With hymns of victory.

    Now let the heavens be joyful,
    Let earth her song begin;
    Let the round world keep triumph,
    And all that is therein;
    Let all things seen and unseen
    Their notes in gladness blend,
    For Christ the Lord hath risen,
    Our Joy that hath no end.

    John of Damascus.

    Christ Jesus lay in death's strong bands,
    For our offenses given;
    But now at God's right hand He stands
    And brings us life from heaven;
    Therefore let us joyful be
    And sing to God right thankfully
    Loud songs of hallelujah.

    It was a strange and dreadful strife
    When Life and Death contended;
    The victory remained with Life,
    The reign of Death was ended;
    Holy Scripture plainly saith
    That Death is swallowed up by Death,
    His sting is lost forever.

    Then let us feast this Easter Day
    On Christ, the Bread of Heaven;
    The Word of Grace hath purged away
    The old and evil leaven.
    Christ alone our souls will feed.
    He is our meat and drink indeed;
    Faith lives upon no other.

    Martin Luther.

    Tomb, thou shalt not hold Him longer;
    Death is strong, but Life is stronger;
    Stronger than the dark, the light;
    Stronger than the wrong, the right;
    Faith and Hope triumphant say,
    Christ will rise on Easter Day.

    Phillips Brooks.