on the move with qings, Spring 15 travel blog


He is not here, He is risen! The One that makes sense of this life and gives it purpose...

I liked this and heavily borrowed the following from a devotional by a grandma LB Cowman for this Resurrection Day.

I am the Living One; I was dead, and behold I am alive for ever and ever! — Revelation 1:18

Flowers! Easter lilies! Speak to me this morning the same sweet lesson of immortality you have been speaking to so many sorrowing souls for years. Wise old Book! Let me read again in your pages the steady assurance that “to die is gain” (Philippians 1:21).

Poets! Recite for me your verses that resound the gospel of eternal life in every line.

Singers! Break forth once more into hymns of joy — let me hear again my favorite resurrection songs.

Trees, blossoms, and birds; and seas, skies, and winds — whisper it, sound it anew, sing it, echo it, let it beat and resonate through every atom and particle on earth, and let the air be filled with it. Let it be told and retold again and again, until hope rises to become conviction, and conviction becomes the certainty of knowing. Let it be told until, like Paul, even when we face our death, we will go triumphantly, with our faith secure and a peaceful and radiant expression on our face.

O sad-faced mourners, who each day are wending

Through churchyard paths of cypress and of yew,

Leave for today the low graves you are tending,

And lift your eyes to God’s eternal blue!

It is no time for bitterness or sadness;

Choose Easter lilies, not pale asphodels;

Let your souls thrill to the caress of gladness,

And answer the sweet chime of Easter bells.

If Christ were still within the grave’s low prison,

A captive of the Enemy we dread;

If from that rotting cell He had not risen,

Who then could dry the gloomy tears you shed?

If Christ were dead there would be need to sorrow,

But He has risen and vanquished death today;

Hush, then, your sighs of today and tomorrow,

Jesus can bear your grief today and every day.

~ May Riley Smith

I appreciate this entry as it reflects the way we study that all creation attests to Him and the heavens declare His glory. I am also a fan of the subjunctive mood appropriately used here. I was assuming asphodels are...daffodils?

Anyone? but come to google that asphodel meadows were the underworld place where ordinary souls in Ancient Greece were sent to live after death. Coincidence? Or totally unrelated rabbit trail?

We joined many hundreds on the beach for a sunrise service with two sunrises, one at the horizon and one above the clouds. After, we had a joyous family reunion with sak's mom and her husband, his sister and her husband, and my sister, AB. sak made us all eggs and SOS, a Resurrection Day staple for me, and we spent the day on the beach enjoying the company, avoiding the sharks with the girlies in the water. We all emerged mostly unscathed.

He is risen, indeed!



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