He’s Wasn’t the Gardener

He’s known my grieving

Draws me close so I can see

His tomb is open, empty

Redeemer’s blood set me free

Rejoice, rejoice!  Christ’s Risen!

©V.Sparrow, 2024

“Dear woman, why are you crying?” Jesus asked her. “Who are you looking for?”  She thought he was the gardener.  John 20:15, NLT

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Praise the LORD!

I LOVE this whole song, but my fave lyrics are, “there’s a Man I know hung upon a tree, Gave His life that day on Calvary, But the grave couldn’t hold Him and it can’t hold me, I’m alive in Christ and He’s alive in me.”

I’m just wondering… do YOU know this Man? Friend, if not–you’ve got to meet Him, He’s a life-changer!

Blessings to everyone this Resurrection Sunday💖V.Sparrow

 

Martha and Mary Reflect (3TC)

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2024/03/25/three-things-challenge-m644/

Di’s 3 prompt words are:  AWE, AWFUL, HORRIBLE

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Martha and Mary were elderly sisters, their memories sharp as knife blades.  Their hearts could hardly hold the awe and love they’d known for years, since meeting Jesus

He was different, almost indescribably so:  wise, well-educated, strong, humble, mannerly, tender-hearted, kindly.  Yet down-to-earth…they could hear his hearty laugh even now.  

Whenever He was in town back then, they knew He’d visit their home for dinner…it was cause for celebration.  They’d spend days cooking, baking–and fuss about which of them would serve Him their special dish first!

He’d been their teacher, rabbi…their best friend in the world.  He was Someone they could count on for whatever they needed.  He meant everything to them.

Once a year, though, their delighted reminiscing was over-shadowed by recollections of a Friday long ago: the day He was arrested for no reason–no honest factual testimony, no crime.

Oh, the awful torture He’d endured…it had gone on and on.  And most horrible of all–the image burned in their minds of Him nailed to that Cross.  Bruised, bleeding from welts, slashes…a crown of thorns wholly unsuitable for the Messiah they’d waited for, their King.

He’d made them a promise which sounded too good to believe…but He was true to His Word–  

The grave was nothing to Him.  Sure enough He’d died–and three days later He was ALIVE, greeting them again.  That was a GOOD day…people still talk about it, singing His name.

©V.Sparrow, 2024