He is still risen!

  
Jesus give me grace even as I think aloud. May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing to you.

Yesterday was Easter Sunday. The culmination of the Lenten season celebrated by the resurrected Christ and the empty tomb. As I scrolled through my social media feeds I saw it over and over: He is Risen! He’s Alive! Here we are in our Sunday best, celebrating at church the goodness of our Risen King. It was such a happy sight!

I had a pang of regret, oh man! We didn’t take a picture after church. We didn’t post a family moment celebrating this great thing. I need to post something so everyone knows I’m a Christian! Ethan said, “don’t worry, we will look the exact same next week.” And that’s when it hit me. 

  

He is Risen every day. Every week. Every Sunday we celebrate the Resurrection. Every Monday we rejoice in the empty tomb. Every Tuesday we glorify the Father and proclaim that death has no sting. Every Wednesday we sing praise to His great name because of the triumph that came from His perfect life. And so on and so forth. 

  

So today, I started scrolling and it was a very different experience. Instagram is changing from chronological order on your feed to using algorithms, changing who you see based on who you like and comment on regularly. So all these feeds today were about turning on post notifications, asking followers to keep following, wanting to be sure that the people who see their feeds will continue to be there tomorrow. 

So as everyone panics about the changes to Instagram, worry over not being seen when we post, wanting to make sure others are seeing and reading what we have to say… There’s this mass chaos across the board and it’s become a very different type of scrolling. The celebration of yesterday seems to have been forgotten, replaced by the hustle and worry of today, and concerned of the changes we will find in the morning.

I can’t help but think about the week before the original Easter Sunday. The people who welcomed the Messiah. They bowed down with palm branches as he came into town worshipping their manifested hope, and by the weekend they wanted to crucify him. How crazy is that? 

But this happens frequently in our hearts, though more subtly. We come so close to “outliving” the work of Christ by putting some “little g” god on the throne of our hearts. Like our love for God was real and undeniable, but now life goes on. We go from waving palm branches of praise to shouting “crucify him!” (or just forget about him in our case) as the tide (and the crowd) turns. Just like the people of Jesus’ time, our hearts are not so different. We long for whatever promises satisfaction today, and if that looks different this weekend, then we want to follow that pull on our hearts and bow down to what promises us joy. 

  
But God’s promise to us is not to be forgotten or relegated to one day of the year. His perfect life, His sacrificial death, His conquering of the grave – these are the foundation and basis of our everyday living. This is what we cling to and proclaim and hold onto every. single. day.  

Yesterday as I was leaving church and looking down, I stumbled on this little oily rainbow on the wet ground and couldn’t help but smile. His promise is steady and sure.  

When the bow is in the clouds, I will see it and remember the everlasting covenant between God and every living creature of all flesh that is on the earth. – Genesis 9:16

Each day, our hope and our gaze must be set on Him whether or not the calendar or national holiday is set aside to help us remember. That’s the pursuit of faith for the believer! 

The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. – Lamentations 3:22-23

Each morning we can be assured of His promises because His mercies are new to us and give us a hope to cling to as we await what is to come in eternity. 

Therefore, my beloved brothers, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that in the Lord your labor is not in vain. – 1 Corinthians 15:58 

Our work is not in vain when our daily living is for His glory. This motivates us to press on when it’s hard and when we’re weary. 

I pray that my heart never loses sight of my precious Savior and that my motivation for living is not about being recognized or heard or liked – but about magnifying and proclaiming His great name and His gospel of grace to all who believe!

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