et resurrexit

Christ is risen, He is risen indeed! The joy of the Resurrection be with you.

My thoughts on the Resurrection come from a small detail.

"and he saw the linen wrappings lying there,
and the face-cloth which had been on His head, not lying with the linen wrappings, but rolled up in a place by itself."

Resurrection is messy. To live again, you have to die. What the Resurrection left behind was a bloody burial cloth. This was not corn syrup and food coloring in a church musical, but very real human blood, spilled by unspeakable violence. The Resurrection did not obscure that reality, but transformed it. Christ bears in His body, the marks that left those wounds.
Easter is also the remembrance of our Resurrection. We have been raised with Christ, a very difficult thing to believe when our lives are in shambles. That is why that detail matters to me. The death I have been raised from leaves evidence. My body bears the scars of sin I have been saved from. My prayer for myself and you this Easter, is that we may look to the burial cloths we have been left, run our fingers over the scars in our hearts, and say this is what Resurrection looks like.