It isn't Christmas.
Nor is it Thanksgiving.
It is Easter. This is my New Year. I go forth from Easter with passion and excitement. As I leave Easter, I enter into the various seasons of the year--seasons of growth and seasons of drought; seasons of joy and seasons of sadness. And by the next year, I am anxiously anticipating Easter again--a day of renewal, commitment, life, and passion.
I end my 9 week sermon series on "The Table" this morning with the passage from Luke 24. Jesus walks with two men on Emmaus Boulevard. They walk for miles...talking for hours. But it isn't until they are in a home...around a table...with Jesus breaking bread...that they realize who Jesus is. That is fascinating! That is gospel!
There in the ground his body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain.
Then bursting forth in glorious day
Up from the grave he rose again.
And as he stands for victory,
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me.
For I am his
And he is mine,
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
No guilt in life,
No fear in death,
This is the pow'r of Christ in me.
From life's first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No pow'r of hell,
No scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from his hand;
'Til he returns or calls me home,
Here in the pow'r of Christ I'll stand.