Resurrection? Really?

A few years ago, I heard a newscaster begin his report about the upcoming Easter season with something like this:

“Easter is the holiday when Christians around the world mourn the death of Jesus”.

Hmmm… Not quite. I think he should have done his research. You see, Easter isn’t about the death of Jesus; that’s Good Friday. Easter is about the resurrection of Jesus. It’s a day of celebration – no mourning allowed.
I suppose all those Easter programs put on by churches every year have done their part to perpetuate this “day of mourning” idea. Most of them spend 55 minutes laboring over the suffering and the death, and only 5 minutes rejoicing in the resurrection and the life. I don’t get it. I love the resurrection. It’s my favorite story in all the Bible.

But it’s only a nice little Sunday School lesson, right? You can’t believe it really happened.


Well, I do believe it happened. I believe it because I have no driving need not to believe it, and every reason to celebrate the tantalizing reality in which such things are possible. The resurrection is one of those events in history that breaks the rules. It violates the so-called “laws of nature” we’ve always been told were immutable, and declares that there are no limits other than the artificial ones we’ve set in our own narrow thinking.

There is so much more to me and you and to this world than we can classify and pin to the Styrofoam. The resurrection of Jesus is one of the touchstones of my faith that reminds me I’m here to push the boundaries, not lock my spirit up inside the uninspired catacombs of the rule-makers and the naysayers. It gives me one more reason to believe that when Jesus declared, “All things are possible to the one who believes”, He meant exactly what He said.

Hostas2-1This spring as I watch our hostas stubbornly push their way up through the pebble mulch, performing their annual version of  “rolling away the stone”, I realize I have a front row seat to nature’s own Easter pageant. Having lain dead in the long, cold winter, those hearty little believers have risen again in all their variegated glory. They make me think that, far from being impossible, resurrection might actually be the most natural thing in the universe. And they transport me once again to the joy and hope of that first Easter morning.

He is risen!
He is risen, indeed!

😀 Hallelujah, and Happy Easter, everyone.


What Does God Look Like?

KarenBaby2If you’re ever out looking for God, and you ask some people what He looks like, you might get a description something like this:

White male
70-75 billion years old
Shoulder-length white hair
Long white beard
Approximately 10 feet tall
Last seen wearing a glowing white robe
Armed and dangerous

That’s how He’s been pictured throughout history, isn’t it? Big. Angry. Scary. Not someone you want to meet on the street in the middle of the night.

But is that really what God looks like?

It’s kind of a trick question, really. God is a spirit. You can’t actually see spirits unless they choose to manifest themselves in some visible form. So what if God decided to come to visit planet earth? How would we know Him? What form would He take?

Well, according to the Christmas Story, God did cross the spiritual/physical barrier a little over 2100 years ago. Yep. Landed smack dab in the Milk Way galaxy, third stone from the sun, in the city of Bethlehem, Judea. He sent none other than the “Angel of the Lord” to announce his coming. And He chose a bunch of sleepy shepherds to get the amazing news first.

Imagine for a moment that you’re one of those shepherds. This week it’s your turn to pull the graveyard shift and keep watch over the flocks by night. You and your buddies are sitting out there in the fields, abiding your own business, when suddenly the sky lights up bright as day. Then the Grand Poobah of all angels comes swooping down out of the clouds, accompanied by a blaring trumpet fanfare. And this is what the angel says to you:

“Don’t be afraid! I bring good news for everyone. The Lord Your God has come to earth tonight, and He wants to meet with you.”

“Wow, we must really in trouble with the Big Guy”, you think to yourself. But you have to go. After all, this is The Lord Your God, okay? He sent His best angel all the way out here. Best not turn down the invitation. Anyway, the angel said it was “good news”. So maybe it’s not going to be so bad. Slowly you work up enough courage to stammer, “But say, uh… Mister Head Honcho Heavenly Vision… sir… how will we know who He is? What does The Lord Our God look like?”

And the angel answers: “He’s a baby, wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.”

Wait a minute…

He’s a who?
Wrapped in what?
Lying in – don’t animals eat out of those things???

It all sounds really strange, and very unceremonious for such an event as this. But he has to be serious. This is the Angel of the Lord, right? He wouldn’t swoop down out of the clouds and light up the whole sky just to snooker a bunch of shepherds into looking for some insignificant little nobody.


So you and all the rest of the shepherds decide to go into Bethlehem, in the middle of the night, to find none other than The Lord Your God. But you aren’t searching for some big scary Moses-looking dude with a couple of stone tablets to crack across your sorry backside. No. You’re looking for this itsy-bitsy baby boy, wrapped up like a gift, lying in a – what? Really?


Finally, you get to the manger. And there He is: this little Jewish kid with a shock of dark hair atop His newborn head. He’s just like the angel promised. You watch in wonder as He wiggles and giggles with joyful new life. You marvel as His sparkling eyes dart around the room as He smiles at everyone. When it’s your turn, you edge in closer, and carefully kneel down by the manger. The new arrival looks right into your baggy old eyes. He wraps His tiny hand around your fat, grubby finger. That’s when your weary face melts into a big smile. You can’t help it. After all, He’s such a…


If you’re looking for God this Christmas, and you want to know what He looks like, there’s no end to the people who will give you their opinion. But if you really want to know for sure, ask an angel. Like the shepherds, I bet you’ll receive some good tidings of great joy…

And maybe a God like you never expected. 🙂

Merry Christmas everyone!

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My Favorite Christmas Carol of All Time

Here’s my Christmas card to all who stop by the blog.

I love the beauty of these words, penned by Phillips Brooks in 1868. In their old-fashioned and poetic way, they invite us all to let the spirit of the Christ-child be re-born in us this holiday season:

O Little Town of Bethlehem

O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The Everlasting Light
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight

For Christ is born of Mary
And gathered all above
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love
O morning stars together
Proclaim the holy birth
And praises sing to God the King
And Peace to men on earth

How silently, how silently
The wondrous gift is given!
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of His heaven.
No ear may hear His coming,
But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive him, still
The dear Christ enters in.

O holy Child of Bethlehem
Descend to us, we pray
Cast out our sin and enter in
Be born in us today
We hear the Christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell
O come to us, abide with us
Our Lord Emmanuel.

My favorite carol is especially meaningful this Christmas as I pray for peace in Bethlehem and all the surrounding region during these days of recent turmoil. God has proclaimed His peace with us. May we one day lay down all religious, political and ethnic disagreements and be at peace with one another.

(Yes, that would certainly take a miracle. But Christmas is the time for believing in miracles, right?)

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Some Things Do Not Change

After all the campaigning, the speech-giving and the debating; beyond the election, the celebrations and the lamentations, this one promise remains. Not given by a mere mortal politician, but by the God of the Heavens:

“While the earth remains,
Seedtime and harvest,
Cold and heat,
Winter and summer,
And day and night
Shall not cease.”
(Genesis 8:22 NKJV)

For that, I will give thanks.

The Buck Stops Where?

Vote, my fellow Americans
But know that
Neither your happiness,
Nor your abundance,
Nor your destiny
Is the responsibility of anyone
Who lives
On Pennsylvania Avenue.

A Little Good News

I heard the news today
They let some criminal out of jail.
I heard the news today
They killed a carpenter with some nails.
I heard they had to bury him
In an unused borrowed grave.
I sure could use
A little good news

I heard the news today
From women weeping at his tomb.
I heard the news today
His friends were hiding in some room.
I heard how they deserted him
How they all just ran away.
I sure could use
A little good news

I heard the news today
An earthquake rumbled through the land
I heard the news today
A dead man walks the streets again.
I heard they only found a shroud
Where his body used to lay.
I sure could use
A little good news

I really could use
Some really good news

(Bad news or good news? Sometimes it’s all a matter of perspective, isn’t it? Happy Easter, everyone!)

Balance Brought Forward

We close the old year
With a trashcan full of old calendars
And empty walls to hang some new ones.

Memories remain
Some good
Some bad

But when we do the numbers
Having reached the bottom line
The balance is blessings.

So with this balance brought forward
We turn our faces towards a new year and look ahead
With gratitude.