The days before He rose must have been hard days to hold faith.
They’d been told he would rise.Yet the women walked, beaten and sorrowful to a tomb with spices to embalm their dead. And it would seem they faltered, coming to the tomb not expecting Him to rise.
Instead of faith rejoicing, running to see what miracle would come, they walk clustered together in grief. These women came to Jesus not with faith that He lived, but still tearful at his death. Shocked at an angel and an empty tomb.
Were those women not expecting Jesus to rise or had they lost their faith?
The simple words He is risen as He said. Restoration.
And isn’t that how our faith operates too at times in this busy world and we burdened down with the hard days and long. Distracted by cares of this world that are needful like lunches and laundry and the child’s bruised knee or feelings.
These are hard days to hold onto faith. And we falter and fret will our children love Him, will they open their hearts with compassion will they a million little things we hope and dream? We bring our fears to lay at His feet but not really expecting Jesus to rise and help us in our hour of need.
Losing our faith amid the dishes and the doorbell and the duties, we approach a risen Lord as though He lay still, powerless. As though it is the day before…
But we know.
He is Risen. As. He. Said.
With the benefit of history and hindsight we know the stone was rolled away, we teach our children and see it on their faces… expecting Jesus to rise with childlike faith that does not falter.
Let us wake each morning expecting Jesus to rise, in our hearts, in our lives, and in our children’s too.
Have a blessed Resurrection Sunday.