I wrote a card recently to someone I haven’t seen in many, many years. She was deeply influential on my discipleship adventure. She modelled for me the joyful service of others and stepping beyond comfort zones. I saw authenticity in her following after God that marked me deeply. I have often thought about this woman in the half-my-life since we belonged to the same community of worship. I have often wondered whether she knew the ways in which her faith had marked my own.
How do you understand and experience the resurrection of Christ?
This is a question we’ve been asking at Hope through the Easter festival.
How do we live as resurrection people?
This is the question that follows.
For me, taking the time to write this card is a resurrection story. It was a moment marked by honesty and gratitude. It was moving from thinking about doing something for a long time to actually writing and sending the card I thought about. It was recognising that strange connection I have with other Christians across time and space and with this particular sister-in-Christ who is beyond my everyday life. It was a simple act, but profound.
This is a resurrection story- being thankful for those who have shaped and formed us, and who we have shaped and formed in return.
Paul writes to the church in Philippi,
I thank my God every time I remember you, constantly praying with joy in every one of my prayers for all of you, because of your sharing in the gospel from the first day until now.
What are your resurrection stories?