Words, of our
faith,
the mystery of
faith
bound into our
lives, our hearts,
seared into our
memory
heard so many
times,
“Christ has died,
Christ is risen,
Christ will come
again”
A statement of
loss and
a covenant of a
future yet to come
bound by the WONDROUS
MIDDLE,
the affirmation of
something
more than mere
reporting
witnessed,
certain, unbelief but TRUE
We are not told
that Christ rose,
as the ancient
creed holds,
No, this is a bold
statement of life
of continuing
resurrection, living today
of our promise, of
the prophecy,
in the scripture
of living joint heirs,
as fellow
disciples, apostles, fishermen with them,
as living brothers
and sisters with Christ
in the present
moment. He is alive! He IS risen
living now, as
surely as the moments
He walked this
earth,
in human form. He
is living now,
and He is our
brother,
not our long, far
off distant relative.
He is our living
brother, now, in the present
We are His
companions, His disciples
Just as much as
the first twelve,
who shared the
bread, the wine
We are His
contemporaries, their peers
a big,
rambunctious living family
Heirs in the first
degree
Feeling the
presently risen Christ
walking that
Emmaus Road,
the journey of our
lives
after the rising
on Easter
Living with a
Christ in the present tense
HE IS RISEN;
Christ IS risen indeed!
edited April 12, 2014
Risen, in the Present Tense – v2
March 15, 2008
Risen, in the Present Tense
The "mystery of faith" from the Great
Thanksgiving
versus the Apostle's Creed
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