"Risen"

The intrepid, results-based consultant reclined into the sand, at the back edge of one of the dry eddy pools, where the beach resumed its slope more steeply upward, toward the dunes. She dug her bare feet into still-wet sand, and felt the remnant of last night’s high tide through her jeans and shirt. It felt good, she thought, as she rested her arms on her knees, gazed eastward, and studied the movement of sea and sky. She smiled, as she felt the morning sun, now 20 degrees above the horizon, as it warmed her face, on what was still a chilly morning, even though it was the beginning of April.

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Easter 2010, Ponte Vedra Beach, Florida

She was comfortable in her element. A native Floridian, she loved the waters of her home state, although, she wished she could have seen for herself the Cracker Florida her dad liked to tell her about, the Florida of his youth, as he would describe it, before air conditioning, before hordes of people, certainly long before interstates and theme parks.

This was her routine, every year, on Easter morning.

Her thoughts went back to the very first Easter morning, to what the disillusioned friends and followers of the one they called Jesus of Nazareth must have been thinking, as they hid in fear. As far as they knew, this man of so much promise, in whom they had placed so much hope, was dead. They had seen his death with their own eyes. There was no question about it. Roman crucifixions did not leave much to the imagination.

Then, her thoughts moved to a time, not far removed from the darkness of the days immediately following the death of Jesus, as Peter publicly asserted that he and the other followers were also the eyewitnesses to His resurrection, and that, far from abandoning their faith in fear for their own lives and living in hopelessness, they were willing to live for the lives of others, and for the faith and the hope that His crucifixion, death and resurrection gave all of them.

So it has been, that decision, she thought, for every Christian, ever since. So it was for her.

She smiled again, and then whispered.

“Risen”.

One Comment

  1. Comment by David Hunihan:

    The Lord is Risen Indeed!