I cannot fathom the magnitude of the empty grave. It is so transcendent that I often fail to see that it is the same news I need to hear when the alarm clock goes off before I want to get out of bed on Monday morning.

Life is full of mundane difficulties: lack of sleep, endless laundry, a crying baby. These things I consider too trivial for the gospel and instead look to other moms for empathetic encouragement (mutual complaining), all the while claiming that the resurrection of Jesus is relevant to my day to day life. The problem is, I don’t see how it’s relevant.

But because he’s alive…

  • I can place my hope fully on the glory that will be revealed on that Last Day and not place my hope in an opportunity to do what I want when the piles of laundry are finally finished. When my baby smears her food on another outfit, what I have hoped in is not jeopardized.
  • My faith is being tested and proven real when patiences is evident in my life. My baby’s cries are the opportunity for faith to be verified as genuine and that will result in in praise and glory and honor when Christ is revealed.
  • There is no condemnation for those who are truly in Christ. The sacrifice that covers all my impatiences was accepted. I do not need to despair and cover it up when I take an honest look at the selfish inclinations of my own heart. Instead I can repent, turn from it, and be empowered by the same might that raised Christ from the dead to live differently.



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