Tag: easter

  • Easter means don’t give up hope – Podcast 78

    Easter means don’t give up hope – Podcast 78

    “Christianity has died many times and risen again; for it had a God who knew the way out of the grave.” – G. K. Chesterton

    In this podcast we look at some news from the last week, a bit of personal news, and a reflection about Easter.

    Alternatively, check out the audio podcast.

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  • Why Easter is fundamental to Western society – Podcast #30

    Why Easter is fundamental to Western society – Podcast #30

    In this podcast we look at why Easter is so fundamental to Western society. The message of Easter is the biggest thing which is missing from our politics and society at the moment. Why is that? We look at David Bentley Hart’s book “Atheist Delusions” to help us.

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    I didn’t mention this in the podcast, but I wrote a review of David Bentley Hart’s book if you’d like to read it.

  • Hymnology: The greatest day in history

    At Easter time, one of the things I often wonder is why we (and, I should say, I’m very much preaching to myself here) spend so much of the year more or less ignoring the resurrection. We talk about the cross an awful lot of the time, but often we don’t talk so much about the resurrection. I was struck by this over the last few weeks: I’m so used to thinking of Paul resolving to know nothing except Jesus Christ and him crucified (1 Corinthians 2:2) that it’s a bit of a surprise when he talks in a very up-front way about the resurrection.

    For example, in Paul’s sermon at the Areopagus in Athens, he says:

    ‘Therefore since we are God’s offspring, we should not think that the divine being is like gold or silver or stone – an image made by human design and skill. In the past God overlooked such ignorance, but now he commands all people everywhere to repent. For he has set a day when he will judge the world with justice by the man he has appointed. He has given proof of this to everyone by raising him from the dead.’

    I was trying to think how many evangelistic talks I’ve heard which actually talk about the resurrection as proof that God will judge the world with justice through Jesus. Not many, if truth be told. I think we so often focus on the cross that we gloss over the resurrection – but, as Paul says, “if Christ has not been raised, your faith is futile; you are still in your sins” (1 Corinthians 15:17). The resurrection is a vindication of Christ, it is a proof that Christ was who he says he was. The resurrection is the lynchpin of the Christian faith. And it is the proof that he is alive and one day all of us are going to meet him as judge.

    “Won’t you please get to the song?”

    Sorry! But I just wanted to introduce why I really like this song. I’ve been thinking about it a bit over the past few days, and what Tim Hughes does in the song is combine our sins being washed away with a song focussing on Jesus’ resurrection. In other words, I think it draws together Good Friday and Easter Sunday pretty well.

    The lyrics themselves are fairly straightforward, I don’t want to analyse them – but I think I have been thinking this Easter about the profound nature of the resurrection, how it changes everything: if Jesus really did rise from the dead, everything about how we live our lives changes. This life is not all there is – there is a resurrection, hardship today is bearable because of that. Our sins really have been forgiven, our faith is not futile. And the resurrection is a challenge: all of us will one day stand before the risen Lord Jesus as judge. He is the only one who is risen from the dead, no-one else has ever defeated death.

    This is what I’ve been thinking about as we’ve sung the lines, “I’ll never be the same / forever I am changed” – the resurrection means that our lives are forever changed.

    Alright, this has been less about the song than about a particular thought I’ve had over Easter, but still. I haven’t done one for a while so you’ve got to take what you can get…

    This is part of my ‘hymnology’ blog series.

  • Love Lustres at Calvary

    Easter Saturday is a slightly odd day, I find. It falls in between Good Friday, which is a very sombre day looking at the cross, and Easter Sunday which is joyfully looking at the resurrection. I find it’s not really a special day but it’s not a normal day either.

    Given that I didn’t post anything up on Good Friday, and given that I won’t be around to post something up tomorrow, I thought I might post up a prayer from “The Valley of Vision”, a collection of puritan prayers. This is one which was given to us as part of a chapel communion service last term, and I find it very helpful.

    My Father,

    Enlarge my heart, warm my affections, open my lips, supply words that proclaim ‘Love lustres at Calvary.’

    There grace removes my burdens and heaps them on thy Son, made a transgressor, a curse, and sin for me;
    There the sword of thy justice smote the man, thy fellow;
    There thy infinite attributes were magnified, and infinite atonement was made;
    There infinite punishment was due, and infinite punishment was endured.

    Christ was all anguish that I might be all joy,
    cast off that I might be brought in,
    trodden down as an enemy that I might be welcomed as a friend,
    surrendered to hell’s worst that I might attain heaven’s best,
    stripped that I might be clothed,
    wounded that I might be healed,
    athirst that I might drink,
    tormented that I might be comforted,
    made a shame that I might inherit glory,
    entered darkness that I might have eternal light.

    My Saviour wept that all tears might be wiped from my eyes,
    groaned that I might have endless song,
    endured all pain that I might have unfading health,
    bore a thorny crown that I might have a glory-diadem,
    bowed his head that I might uplift mine,
    experienced reproach that I might receive welcome,
    closed his eyes in death that I might gaze on unclouded brightness,
    expired that I might for ever live.

    O Father, who spared not thine only Son that thou mightest spare me,
    All this transfer thy love designed and accomplished;
    Help me to adore thee by lips and life.
    O that my every breath might be ecstatic praise,
    my every step buoyant with delight,
    as I see my enemies crushed,
    Satan baffled, defeated, destroyed,
    sin buried in the ocean of reconciling blood,
    hell’s gates closed, heaven’s portal open.
    Go forth, O conquering God, and show me the cross,
    mighty to subdue, comfort and save.”