Digital Easter

 

A digital Easter card dropped into my in-box. With its fairytale-like quality, it drew me into its unfolding story. A delicate blue butterfly flitted with intent across the screen, dropping its magic dust and occasioning a sequence of events. Finally, the picture emerged: an Easter garden, complete with three empty crosses and a stone tomb. As the door of the tomb rolled away and glorious rays of light streamed from its empty interior, the flowers which had been seeded by the butterfly’s flight opened into a riot of colour and beauty.

Below that empty central cross, drops of precious blood fell onto the rocky, dry soil beneath. That was the story of Good Friday. But resurrection life was sown in the hard hearts of mankind, renewed life, restored and refreshed life in every penitent heart of everyone who looks at the cross of Christ and somehow, wordlessly, understands. Gets it.

May the blood of Jesus shed for me soften those hard stones in my heart, in my mind, in my spirit, and cause wildly colourful, fragrant flowers to blossom and bloom in my every action, every thought and every word today. Out of sadness and sorrow may joy and hope spring.

I surrender. I repent. I forgive. More of you, Jesus, until the cold darkness of the tomb of my heart radiates the warmth of your love and life into my little corner of the world today.