Mothers for Prodigals

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Resurrection Sunday

Have you ever felt unwanted or unloved? Have you ever felt shame, humiliation, and embarressment? Have you ever felt ashamed of some wrong you committed, of something you said or did that hurt someone, of your own action or reaction that seemed obviously ridiculous to others?

Have you felt the pain of separation by death, divorce, or just plain stubbornness? Have you felt hurt in such a way that you thought your heart would burst out of your chest while your gut agitated within you? Have you ever felt the turmoil of a decision made alone without the support of a loved one?

If you’ve ever felt any or all of the above mentioned anxieties or even an angst unrevealed to anyone else, then you are completely human and totally loved by God! Can you hear Him call you by name amidst the agony? He’s saying, “your name, come as you are and trade your unworthiness for My righteousness. I paid the price on the cross for you; now come live a resurrected life with Me.”

Today Christ displayed His love for unworthy me in the way of names. He sat me beside a man in church who had the same name as our two week old grandson (it’s not a common name and only God could orchestrate such a positioning in a church full of Easter church goers). With the mention of our grandson’s name, I remembered the new life I have in Christ. Then as the pastor read Scripture verses about Mary weeping at Jesus’ tomb, a baby in the church cried and the dad began strolling the baby out of the sanctuary. The preacher smilingly said, “Brad, you don’t have to leave.” Ironically that’s my son’s name and recently we had a huge disagreement. With the mention of that name, God reminded me of forgiveness. As I wept, I could hear Jesus saying to me, “Debbie, why are you crying? I am resurrected and right here beside you, offering you new life and forgiveness. Will you accept it?”

Is Jesus offering you a resurrection in your life? Will you receive His offering? Will you offer your pain as a sacrifice to Him? That’s the exchange He wants; your suffering for His glory. He is right there beside you. Can you hear Him calling your name? What will be your answer?

Reflect on the weeping woman at the tomb this week from John 20:10-16 (below). Hear your Savior Jesus Christ speak your name. Offer Him your tears on His true altar of sacrifice and give Him praise for new life! AMEN (let it be so)!

Then the disciples went back to their homes, but Mary stood outside the tomb crying. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb and saw two angels in white, seated where Jesus’ body had been, one at the head and the other at the foot.
They asked her, “Woman, why are you crying?”
“They have taken my Lord away,” she said, “and I don’t know where they have put him.” At this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not realize that it was Jesus.
“Woman,” he said, “why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?”
Thinking he was the gardener, she said, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.”
Jesus said to her, “Mary.”
She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, “Rabboni!” (which means Teacher).

The following poem seems appropriate for this week’s post. I wrote it early one morning five years ago while sitting in an amphitheater overlooking Lake Junaluska in the mountains of North Carolina. A big white cross stands above the seating arena and while I gazed up at the cross, a bird landed on the crossbeam. Words poured out of my soul as I studied the scene before me. I pray you know that no matter what is occurring in your life, you can rest on the arm of the Lord Jesus Christ because He is near to you.

Resting on the Arm of the Lord
DDC - 9/16/07

There stands a big white cross overlooking a beautiful lake.
It reminds me of Jesus the Savior who died for everyone’s sake.
Defender of God’s creation, it eases many an ache.
Like the bird who sits upon it, I’m resting on the arm of the Lord.

Images of personal hurt appear visible to my mind’s eye,
As the sun rises over the lake, reflecting earth and sky.
The cross offers assurance that my Father dwells on high.
Like the bird who sits upon it, I’m resting on the arm of the Lord.

We experience many trials throughout the journey of life.
Daily we need to meet with our Lord, giving Him all of our strife.
He shows Himself to be faithful, as a gallant husband to wife.
Like the bird who sits upon the cross, I’m resting on the arm of the Lord.

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