Easter: The Story of Resurrection Promise
By: Lisa Robertson
Miss Kay and I are excited that our new book, “Sister Roar,” will be released on Tuesday, April 19. The reason we are so pumped up about this book is that it is a great story of how God redeemed the lives of two women who had every reason to throw in the towel.
Both of us, for different reasons, had encountered insurmountable obstacles in our marriage relationships. In my case, I imagined that my marriage was over, and in the wake of my shipwreck of a life was a colossal heap of collateral damage. Not only did I fear that my relationship with Al was over, but I was certain that I would lose my children and all of my friends. In fact, I imagined that the damage would be multi-generational, affecting my future grandchildren as well.
I’ve tried to remember the emotions I felt when everything came to a head, but a lot of it is nothing more than a blur to me now. I’m grateful that God has healed much of the pain I felt then. Who wants to dwell in constant agony? But I do recall that fact — the agonizing fear that my life was irreparably damaged. I don’t feel it any longer, but I remember it.
All I can tell you is that my life had become a nightmare. I was gripped with anxiety, and a spirit of hopelessness had taken control of my life. Panic! Alarm! Terror! I remember that much. I am not exaggerating when I tell you that I was a dead woman. My heart still beat, and I still felt the pain, but spiritually I was dead — beyond hope. In my wildest dreams, I saw no light at the end of the tunnel. The damage had been done, and there was no turning back the hands of time.
But then, just when all seemed lost to me, in the midst of my own spiritual tomb, I ran headlong into the one who died for people like me — for dead people. I ran into Jesus. Fortunately, the Jesus I encountered wasn’t in his grave anymore. He was risen! He was an Easter Sunday Jesus. He was alive — fully alive. He was a mighty warrior. He was seated at the right hand of God, interceding for me. He was glorious and full of majesty.
I had heard the story of the gospel for years. My husband was, after all, a pastor who had committed his life to telling it. And when I needed it most, I heard it again – for the first time. I remember wondering: How did I miss this?
I don’t have the answer to that question, but I am thankful that God’s grace finally penetrated my hard heart because it planted a tiny seed of hope in me. Is it possible? Can Christ snatch me back from the brink of disaster? Can I be redeemed? Salvaged? Restored? Resurrected? Do you mean to tell me that he still loves me after all I’ve done? That nothing I could do would ever separate me from his affection?
Yes! Yes, I can! Yes, he will! Yes, he did! He did all of that. The one who was raised from the dead resurrected my dead life because he never stopped loving me, even after I had done the unthinkable.
But the good news is, he didn’t resurrect me to live where I once lived. Instead, he raised me to live where he had created me to live all along. To live where I had never lived before. He raised me to live a new life — a changed life.
I don’t personally know most of you who read our blog, but I plead with you to consider this story — the Easter story. I especially pray that those of you who see no light at the end of your tunnel — the ones who have believed the lies of Satan and wound up in your own personal tomb, the lie that you’ve gone too far — I pray that you open your heart and allow the story of Easter to shine the light of our Savior into your own personal darkness.
I wish you a happy Easter Sunday. I pray for you to experience a happy Easter life. A resurrection life. I pray that you will accept his offer of a new life in him.
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