That’s what my grandmother would always tell me. Well this weekend we celebrate Easter. We enjoy the fun of looking for the Easter baskets and all the candy, the ham for dinner and the family being together. While all good and enjoyable, these are not the reasons we celebrate Easter in our home. We celebrate it because this day reminds us of the “Proof” that we were given. Our savior was sacrificed and died on the cross for our sins.
But it doesn’t stop there, because if it did, then He would be no different than any other man, prophet or leader. He said that the “temple” would be torn down (Him) but that it (Him) would raise the third day. The proof of all the words and actions was that the tomb was empty when Mary met a man whom she thought was the gardener, but was truly Christ, and Peter, when he ran into that tomb to find the empty grave clothes. This was followed up by Thomas placing his hand in the hole in Christ’s side when He appeared to them in the upper room.
The proof in my pudding is that Christ proved to me that He truly is the son of God because He not only took my sins with Him to that cross and presented them to our Father in heaven for forgiveness, but that He Arose on the third day just as He said!
He has Risen! He has Risen indeed!