He is risen! Христос воскрес!
The burial cloths, folded on the stone-cold slab which lay bare this glorious morning, testify “This tomb is empty!” The great stone sealing the cavern is rolled away, unable to fulfill its grim duty. Death could not hold Him and neither could you!
Early morning light rolls over the outer darkness and into the shadows of the tomb, sending them on their way till the ‘morrow, filling this “would be prison” with warm, heavenly light.
Winged messengers ring out joyfully from the tree tops, their glad “unheard of before” tidings. Clusters of brilliant, aromatic blooms and blossoms line the path out to a beautiful new world, a path that considered, just days ago, “this man they carry is dead!”
“No!” sing out the flowers and the birds! “Only moments ago we heard the stone, saw it rolling of its own accord, saw the soldiers fleeing in great disarray. We heard the footsteps and saw the Man of Victory, bathed, enrobed in that unspeakable glory; saw Him step out into this beautiful new world. And Hope and Peace and Glory rang out through our trees and up into our hills as the Angels sang, and yet there was not a soul to greet him.”
“So we, the birds and the flowers, indeed all of His creation bathed in glorious sunlight, greeted him with all that was in us, with our very own Alleluia chorus. And we all were saved! And all will be saved who join in this great song of His Victory over cruel sin and death!”
Thus spake His glorious creation! And far down the path hurried a lone woman who was longing to know. And you and me? Are we hurrying down the path too, longing to know? Or hiding in an upper room?
Amen and alleluia! Viva Cristo Rey!
My dear brothers and sisters, never lose hope, never lose your sense of awe and wonder in His glorious Resurrection. He has conquered sin and death, and we shall conquer and stand victorious who stand faithfully with Him to the end. De nuevo canto yo con alegria, con todo los Cristeros, “Viva Cristo Rey!”