Monday, 09 April 2012

• Don’t Skip the Tomb

  By Sam at Creative Theology

  I have noticed in myself, and in the American church, the tendency to glance at the cross, bypass the tomb, and skip to Resurrection.

  There is no resurrection if we don’t first acknowledge the bloody death on the cross and the burial in the tomb.

  Yes, the first Easter was the most important moment in human history. We are set right. We have been redeemed. The price has been paid. We are sons and daughters of God.

  As we work out our salvation in trembling, it’s important to keep in perspective that we must first die, and be buried, before we can rise again. That is why we act out the death and burial by submerging ourselves in water before we break the surface of that same water a new creature, washed and made new.

  So today, after we acknowledged His death on Good Friday, and are waiting for the resurrection to come, may we remember the tomb. The power of the resurrection is truly felt when we’ve allowed ourselves to weep over the tomb.

  Some of the greatest lyrics on this season and process of our generation:

  Though the Earth Cried out for blood
  Satisfied her hunger was
  Her billows calmed on raging seas
  for the souls on men she craved

  Sun and moon from balcony
  Turned their head in disbelief
  Their precious Love would taste the sting
  disfigured and disdained

  On Friday a thief
  On Sunday a King
  Laid down in grief
  But awoke with keys
  Of Hell on that day
  The first born of the slain
  The Man Jesus Christ
  Laid death in his grave

  So three days in darkness slept
  The Morning Sun of righteousness
  But rose to shame the throes of death
  And over turn his rule

  Now daughters and the sons of men
  Would pay not their dues again
  The debt of blood they owed was rent
  When the day rolled a new

  On Friday a thief
  On Sunday a King
  Laid down in grief
  But awoke holding keys
  To Hell on that day
  The first born of the slain
  The Man Jesus Christ
  Laid death in his grave

  On Friday a thief
  On Sunday a King
  Laid down in grief
  But awoke with keys
  Of Hell on that day
  The first born of the slain
  The Man Jesus Christ
  Laid death in his grave

  He has cheated
  Hell and seated
  Us above the fall
  In desperate places
  He paid our wages
  One time once and for all

  This is a part of a series of daily reflections on the season of Lent.

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