“Now on the first day of the week, very early in the morning, they, and certain other women with them, came to the tomb bringing the spices which they had prepared. But they found the stone rolled away from the tomb. Then they went in and did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. And it happened, as they were greatly perplexed about this, that behold, two men stood by them in shining garments. Then, as they were afraid and bowed their faces to the earth, they said to them, ‘Why do you seek the living among the dead? He is not here, but is risen! Remember how he spoke to you when he was still in Galilee, saying, ‘The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, and be crucified, and the third day rise again.’” (Lk 24: 1-6)
But of course they sought their living Lord “among the dead”! Because they thought He was dead.
And that’s what I tend to think, when I forget “how he spoke” to us “when he was still in Galilee,” in our midst, and on the many other occasions that His life-giving presence has been felt in my life. I tend to underestimate my living Lord, and treat Him as if He were dead, when I forget His life-giving words and ways. In this state of forgetfulness, I begin, often very subtly, to rely on my own prayers to Him, like the “spices” these holy women prepared for Him, as if “my” prayers/offerings were the only thing keeping my communion with God alive; as if I were the only one “alive” in, and in control of, this relationship, – while He is dead.
But let me not underestimate my Lord today, Who is alive and well, and also the One Who gives me life, as the Source of Life. Let me not approach Him as one dead, nor as one who is merely a corpse to be resuscitated in and through my imagination. No, He is indeed risen, and there for me, “Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, and today, and forever” (Hebr 13: 8). Amen!