H E   I S   R I S E N !
Luke 24:1-12
1 Now upon the first day of the week, very early in the morning, they came unto the sepulcher, bringing the spices which they had prepared, and certain others with them. 2 And they found the stone rolled away from the sepulcher. 3 And they entered in, and found not the body of the Lord Jesus. 4 And it came to pass, as they were much perplexed thereabout, behold, two men stood by them in shining garments: 5 And as they were afraid, and bowed down their faces to the earth, they said unto them, Why seek ye the living among the dead? 6 He is not here, but is risen: remember how he spoke unto you when he was yet in Galilee, 7 Saying, The Son of man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, and be crucified, and the third day rise again. 8 And they remembered his words, 9 And returned from the sepulcher, and told all these things unto the eleven, and to all the rest. 10 It was Mary Magdalene, and Joanna, and Mary the mother of James, and other women that were with them, which told these things unto the apostles. 11 And their words seemed to them as idle tales, and they believed them not. 12 Then arose Peter, and ran unto the sepulcher; and stooping down, he beheld the linen clothes laid by themselves, and departed, wondering in himself at that which was come to pass. KJV

Swimming vs. Splashing

As far back as I can remember, I’ve always loved swimming, being in the water was kind of magical for me.

Reading and swimming were my two favorite activities and I found my greatest enjoyment in them.

Swimming to me wasn’t something one did simply in the summer, but all year round!  When I saw a pool that was ‘closed for the season’, well it was a great disappointment. Especially if we were on vacation or traveling at the time and it was where we were staying.

The highlight of any outdoor activity was the time during which I was allowed to be in the pool, river, or lake swimming.  Wading around in water or splashing in mud-puddles was meaningless to repulsive.  Sure one could get WET splashing in mud-puddles, but one could get extremely dirty doing so too.

This evening we watched and listened as a speaker told how as Christians we have a battle waging within us between the Spiritual (God’s truths) and the carnal/physical/sensual (that which we perceive via the senses.)  He gave the example that if he didn’t want a suit, he wouldn’t take it, wouldn’t buy it and even if you gave it to him he would get rid of it as soon as your back was turned.  On the other hand, if he WANTED the suit, THEN you wouldn’t have to do very much persuading at all, that he was already inclined toward it.  That which we want and lean toward is what we will cling to.  If we are spiritually minded, then that of the Spirit, if carnally minded, then that of the flesh or senses.

Later we watch a movie on William Tyndale’s life and how he poured his life into translating the old and new testaments into english so that everyone could be blessed, saved and renewed by God’s word.  He ended up dying because he wouldn’t bow to the heresies of the Church.  He lived and died believing God’s word and God’s word alone.

It struck me how deep his walk with the Lord was as well as so many others who have been martyred because they loved Jesus and would not deny Him or what He taught.  In comparison the church today in the western world is so shallow.  Thus the picture of swimming vs. splashing… The joy and satisfaction of swimming, coming out refreshed, tired, relaxed and content.  As opposed to the ‘excitement’ of splashing in mud-puddles, yes water gets all over the place and yes you might get just as wet, but there is all that mud too.  Mud-puddles can’t start to compare to swimming and I’m afraid that what we call worship today is many times no more than splashing about in mud-puddles.  We keep looking so much like the world and so little like Jesus. Oh that we too would dare to swim.