Did You Hear It?

The sun came up this morning.  Did you hear it?

A message was woven into the fabric of creation in the moments of it’s birth. Some of creation sings it. Some of creation shouts it, while some of creation whispers it in sounds so quiet that you have to be still to hear it.
With a palette of many colors and a brush that sweeps eternity, God “spoke” His promises into a universe so vast that its own inhabitants would never know it’s depth or its breadth, but every inhabitant would “hear” His message if they listen.
Winter’s weather warms and the snow begins to melt. Tiny drops of water fall from the roof to the ground. Do you hear it?
Listen as the crocus laying beneath the frozen earth, feels the warmth of the sun while the layer of soil above it’s seed softens and the frozen ice becomes a drink of water. Slowly, but surely the flower pushes it’s way through the soil, stretching it’s green delicate stem toward the light and committing it’s life to the “Promise” by opening it’s budded head.

Resurrection.

A morning always follows a dark night. Spring always follows a hard winter. New life will grow again in Spring. This is the message of Resurrection.

But what about the winter’s blast that buries the crocus in deep snow? What about the storms that fill the sky with clouds so dark the sun cannot be seen? What about the weeping that lasts all through the night? Where is the promise then?
They are only words when you first hear them. They entertain and inspire when you begin to observe them. They call out to you when you cannot “read” them. And when you are ravaged by the storm, and embrace them they cover you like a warm blanket against the cold voices of the night.

“It’s just a fancy fairy tale!” the darkness seems to say. “There is nothing more beyond my walls!” And yet you lay your head to rest on your pillow tonight knowing that in just a little while, this night will end and the morning will dawn again fresh.
You lose no sleep over concern for the sun. Your blood pressure does not rise with concern for the orbits of the planets, or the succession of the seasons. You sleep peacefully.
Still, you do not control the seasons. You cannot order the day or the night. How is it that you sleep without control?

Cancer comes. The sickness threatens and barrages you like a storm.

Your child no longer breathes. The dark night of the soul has settled in.

They yell “Crucify!!!” and an innocent man is murdered on a cross. The sky grows dark. The earth shakes. Weeping fills the night air.

Somewhere from within the temple walls–between the Holy Place and the Holy of Holies a heavy veil is ripped from top to bottom. Did you hear it?

The doubts like fog have blanketed your mind. Fear has grabbed the megaphone and begins to shout it’s message. Rain falls from the sky, and the sun follows his path in the sky to the other side of the earth allowing darkness to fill the void.

But, isn’t there a morning? Isn’t there a spring? Isn’t there a joy that follows a dark night of sorrow? Isn’t the message true?

Three days. Three nights.

The sound of defeat rises from the tomb. A cry of painful surrender as death is finally dead and Life now holds the megaphone. Do you hear it?
The sun continues on its path rising with new mercy. The ground has given up it’s hold on new life coming forth. There’s a Savior in the garden risen from the dead!
He joins the anthem of the sun who beams the Promise with a shout!
Creation sings, the trees applaud, the flowers bow, the winds dance.
His people touch his nail-scarred hands. They drink the promise in. They wear it as a blanket. They carry it like a banner. They echo it in morning and declare it in the dark.

The Promise wasn’t made in vain. Faithfulness did not stumble its way into existence. No!
He was. He is. He is to come!!

Resurrection!

The sun came up this morning!! Did you hear it?

2 Peter 3:9

9The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. He is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance.

Psalm 126:5-7

5 Those who sow in tears
will reap with songs of joy.

6 He who goes out weeping,
carrying seed to sow,
will return with songs of joy,
carrying sheaves with him.

Psalm 30:5

5 For his anger lasts only a moment,
but his favor lasts a lifetime;
weeping may remain for a night,
but rejoicing comes in the morning.
1 Thessalonians 4:16-18

16For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. 17After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. 18Therefore encourage each other with these words.

1 Corinthians 15:52

52in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed.

Matthew 28:6

6He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay.

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