A Resurrection Story

I was broken and lost and I didn’t know it. Hopeless, lonely, unsatisfied with life. I believed there was a God, but little good that did me because I didn’t get to know Him. I didn’t know I was supposed to have a relationship with Him. I didn’t even know I could.

I was searching nonetheless, searching for fulfillment, searching for love. I longed for something of substance and worth in this life. I found myself trying to figure out who I was and find someone who truly loved me. Despite this, I didn’t really know what I was looking for. I  didn’t know what I expected to find.

Little did I know I would find everything I’d been looking for that night. More so, I myself would be found.

Colors and lights and sounds filled the atmosphere of the auditorium. Singers and actors told the story of Christ from the Gospels.

As I played my flute in the orchestra, I was hidden behind the veil of the stage. And I was about to have an encounter with the One who ripped an even more immense veil for me, the Veil to the Holy of Holies which had separated me from Love and Truth.

Soon I would not just believe in God, I would enter into an actual relationship with Him through His Son Jesus. I would discover that He gave His very life for me out of the greatest love I could ever experience.

A singer began the second to last song of the night. As the words sounded, my heart was set free.

“There are no strangers, there are no outcasts…”

The rejection which had pierced and wounded me was being washed from my soul. The pierced hands and wounded feet of my Savior took the brokenness and pain for me.

“There are no orphans of God.

Tears soaked my cheeks. Suddenly I had found where I belonged. Suddenly I wasn’t alone among a sea of people anymore, hoping for something better to come along. Love had called my name even from the beginning of time, and now I possessed ears to hear Him. Love saturated my sore heart, love which I had ached for all my life.

He seemed to call my name. He called out to my true identity as His beloved.

Another song began. In Christ Alone reverberated through the sanctuary.

I watched the actor playing Christ be lifted up in a symbolic ascent of Christ’s rising from the dead.

The tears that fell from my eyes turned to drops of glorious joy as His light shone down and filled me to the core. Now I understood: I was loved. He gave it all for me to be freed to receive it. Freed from rejection, freed from my own sins and mistakes.

I was in the darkness. Once dead, but now alive. This is my testimony, my resurrection story.

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Nonetheless, this is more than my story. This is the story of the resurrected Christ, Jesus my Lord, the Lover of my soul. This is the One deserving of it all. This God-Man who was resurrected in a one-flew swoop of death- and sin-conquering power. Once dead, now alive. If not for Him, none of us could live.

Now I am His, and He is mine. Forever it shall be.

May the Lamb who was slain for our sins–Christ Jesus–receive the full reward of His suffering. Because of Him, I am alive. Christ has died and He is risen indeed!

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