Sunday, April 24, 2011

Radiance

"O death, where is your sting? O grave, where is your victory?" - I Cor. 15:55

I've never understood the miracle of Easter. It moves me more than Christmas, this ultimate triumph against sin and darkness. It moves me like an earthquake shifts the ground; too great to comprehend, too powerful, too indescribably important to ignore or deny.

That my God, my Savior, should have died for me in such a horrifying, undignified way in order to meet the requirement of a righteous and holy God that the penalty for sin is death... that He suffered separation from the eternal deity and presence of the Father... that He cares for me at all... is incomprehensible.




The Angel Appearing to the Women at the Tomb (window at my church)


Radiance

The light is there, warm and golden
Just beyond my reach
Shaded by the edge of consciousness
It filters through thoughts
And flesh
Tangled regrets
Fears, sorrows binding
Pulling me back into the reek
Of humanity

Oh, don’t slip behind a cloud now!
Hide not your face from me
Let me see it just once unveiled
Shine upon me like glass
Through which the sun’s rays
Show each imperfection
In gilded radiance


- Christine Hardy 2011

3 comments:

  1. I love that Easter means so much to you! I feel the same way allowing the memory of our Savior to sit in my heart all day. The meaning is so wonderful if people just sit down to realize it.

    Love the poem. Radiance, well said.

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  2. Thank you, Jen. Have a wonderful Resurrection Day!

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  3. Beautiful sentiment Christine.

    .......dhole

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