On the Resurrection

Back in December of 2010, the second Saturday of that month to be exact, the Lord showed me something in what I can only describe as a vision.  I was kneeling and waiting for Him to let me know how to pray for a particular thing that morning.  Since nothing came right away, I sat in silence with Him.  And, out of nowhere and nothing, I saw Jesus' tomb.  The stone was rolled away and in it's place was empty blackness.  He was no longer there.  At the time I understood this to mean that not only had the physical body of Christ risen from the dead, but that the Church, the Body of Christ was, in a sense, unaware that this resurrection was true for them. Us. Me.

This picture was confirmed in a couple ways...once in a song called Christ Is Risen by Matt Maher.  The words so PERFECTLY described the vision. Then, again in a sermon I heard not long after. 

But, just over one week ago, after some seriously uncomfortable and terrifying conversations with a few people and Daddy God, I realized that I needed to walk out of the darkness. 

Into the Light. 

I needed to personally "go there" myself and take hold of the promise.

Abundant LIFE.

Resurrection LIFE.

The Bible says:

And if the Spirit of him who raised Jesus from the dead is living in you, he who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through his Spirit, who lives in you. 

Romans 8:11

I am reminded of Jesus' words to 4-day-dead, Lazarus, 

"Lazarus, come out!"

 John 11:43b

I am sensing Him calling me out. Coaxing me, ever so gently. Wooing me, if you will. 

I believe He's calling you out, too. 

Can you hear Him?

Wendy :)