It’s Sunday. The needle scratches to a halt on the
turntable, the party balloons bursts and the demons scatter into the corners.
It’s Sunday. Wormwood putts down the shutters at the bar and
Screwtape reaches for his notebook; this was not in the plan.
It’s Sunday and Satan now stands alone on the dancefloor…
party hat tilted and eyes wide open the shining handsome prince now almost
Gollum like as he crouches and stares in horror towards the tomb.
It’s Sunday. The King of Glory fills his lungs with air, his
heart pounding with adrenalin, his eyes fixed and focused as Sarayu twirls and
giggles singing spiritual songs.
It’s Sunday the sound of the stone rolling away reverberates
around the tomb as the sun, still low on the horizon, shines into the tome as
if wanting to get a first glimpse of the
risen Lord.
Outside has been dark, empty and eerie… shadows had filled
the void and even the trees seemed to bow their branches in homage, but that
was Friday; this is Sunday.
Jesus stands and walks composed from the tomb, every step
seems to be focused and balanced as he enters into the garden like a gladiator.
He lifts his face towards the sun and pauses; the warmth on his flesh, the
smell of spring; he lifts his once wounded palms towards heaven and
smiles. There is silence, the angels
stand around the garden like warriors returning from battle. Anticipation fills the air as Jesus speaks just
one word from his smiling face. ‘Abba.’
It’s Sunday and celebrations fill heaven as angels rise up
in victory; there has never been a more important victory in all of history. Man
has done his worst as sin had left Jesus for dead, absorbing the wrath of God on a cross; his
back tore open, his hands and feet nailed, his lips cracked and swollen…He was
dead…but that was Friday.
It’s Sunday and Jesus the all-time undisputed champion of
love turns towards the shadows in the hedges… he wipes his lip and looks at his
hand; there is no blood. He stands tall, Sarayu stands at his right and an angel
at his left. They await the words of a Champion… ‘Was that you best punch?’
All of heaven breaks loose in cheers as Satan goes flying,
the demons are crying and the soldiers are lying; it’s Sunday.
It’s Sunday. Jesus has risen indeed! He has paid our ransom,
provided the basis for our justification, flung wide the doors of prayer, our
sins forgiven and our condemnation shattered in a billion broken pieces.
It’s Sunday. Jesus has stretched out his arms and embraced us
in love inconceivable, immeasurable, incredible, invincible and irresistible.
The full wealth of amazing grace is available to us: uncalculating,
unchanging, unshrinkable, unstoppable, unlimited, unmasked, unparalleled and undeniable.
The empty tomb gives hope to the hopeless, comfort to the
broken, strength to the weak, identity to the confused, clarity to the misunderstood
and courage to the fearful.
He has made a way for us to enter into a right relationship
with the Father; given us confident access into the Holy of Holies, eternal
life, adoption into the very family of God, liberated us from fear, secured our
righteousness and joy.
It’s Sunday. He has poured out the fullness of God on those
who receive him as Saviour, Lord and King. The Holy Spirit power of the Gospel
is unleashed for every tribe and tongue.
It’s SUNDAY, we are united in him a band of brothers and
sisters around the world joined by the resurrection. We no longer live but Christ lives in us…Today
we are his followers, we are united because the tomb is empty. Because it’s
SUNDAY we can join together with Sarayu and giggle and dance and sing spiritual
songs.
‘It is true! The Lord has risen’ Luke 24:34
Notes:
Sarayu is the name given to the
Holy Spirit in ‘The Shack’
Woomwood and Screwtape are demons
from’ The Screwtape letters’.
