Easter is passed, but my study of Matthew continues, until yesterday it lands in Matthew 28. It feels like saying goodbye to an old friend.
Eight months in a book,
Eight months with the Son of Man–
and here we are at the end,
Jesus in the tomb.
Dark, quiet, closed.
He is not here, for he has risen, as he said.
(Matthew 28:6 ESV, emphasis mine)
The women came looking for Jesus–
Maybe they believed, but now–
now He was dead.
They were probably tired, eyes swollen from tears, the light He summoned now dimly flickering in their hearts, clouded with doubt.
Did He really say?
But the angel asks that exposing question–
their hearts laid bare–
afraid to hope, yet wanting to believe–
“Why do you seek the living among the dead?” (Luke 24:5)
Don’t you remember?
“Remember how he told you…”
“And they remembered His words.” (Luke 24:8)
Suddenly flooding back–
the Son of Man,
the Son of God–
that name whispered by mother and father in the quiet darkness of a stable,
Emanuel. God with us.
The one who made us came to live among us.
Just as He said.
How much more has He said?
He who calls you is faithful, He will surely do it.
He who began a good work in you will carry it to completion.
You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you, because he trusts in you. (Isaiah 26:3)
but He remembers.
Why do I spend so much time
But when I am faithless, He remains faithful.
It doesn’t depend on me, it depends on Him.
And even with my messy, doubting heart I look back and hear those words–
find my anchor–
remember the grace poured out freely as blood on a splintered cross–
Why do you seek the living among the dead?
He is not here
He is risen
As He said.
Easter has passed, but these are words I need every. single. day.
What more has He said?
“And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age.” (Matthew 28:20)