This week’s #FridayFive theme is Easter. My favorite day of the year! Spring, and resurrection, and flowers springing from ground that looked desolate and far from life-giving mere days before. This is what the hope of Jesus is all about. Life coming where it did not appear it could. Dry bones springing to hope. I will never get tired of the joy of his day.
For today’s five, I’m giving you five of my favorite Easter quotes. I hope you love them as I do.
Jesus’ resurrection is the beginning of God’s new project not to snatch people away from earth to heaven but to colonize earth with the life of heaven. That, after all, is what the Lord’s Prayer is about. – NT Wright, Surprised by Hope
You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God; or else a madman or something worse. You can shut Him up for a fool, you can spit at Him and kill him as a demon; or you can fall at His feet and call Him Lord and God. But let us not come with any patronizing nonsense about His being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to. ~C.S. Lewis
There are times when I feel that he has withdrawn from me, and I have often given him cause, but Easter is always the answer to My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me! ~Madeleine L’Engle
Lately I’ve been wondering if a little death and resurrection might be just what church needs right now, if maybe all this talk of waning numbers and shrinking influence means our empire-building days are over, and if maybe that’s a good thing.
Death is something empires worry about, not something gardeners worry about. It’s certainly not something resurrection people worry about.
G. K Chesterton put it this way: “Christendom has had a series of revolutions, and in each one of them Christianity has died. Christianity has died many times and risen again; for it had a God who knew the way out of the grave.” – Rachel Held Evans, Searching for Sunday
You see, the reason Jesus wasn’t the sort of King people have wanted in his own day is that he was the king, but they had become used to the ordinary, shabby, second-rate sort. They were looking for a builder to construct the home they thought they wanted, that he was the architect, coming with a new plan that would give them everything they needed, but with quite a new framework. They were looking for a singer to sing the song they had been humming for a long time, but he was the composer, bringing them a new song to which the old songs they knew would form, at best, the background music. – NT Wright, Simply Jesus