Proclaiming the Resurrection
Pastor: Alleluia, Christ is Risen!
All: He is risen indeed! Alleluia!
Pastor: Alleluia! Christ is Risen!
All: He is risen indeed! Alleluia!
Reading
"In the Direction of Hope" Poetry by Rev. Sarah A. Speed | A Sanctified Art LLC | sanctifiedart.org
I am on my way. Wait for me in the garden; I will be there soon. I’m not the fastest runner, Lord knows that, but these legs are moving. I suppose I could blame my weary spirit for the slow speed. I could blame the grief I’ve shoved into my pockets and laid around my neck. I could blame my own hesitation to hope, a hesitation that clings like mud. But I don’t know that Jesus cares about my speed. So tell God when you see them— I am on my way. Wait for me in the garden. I will be there soon.
The Gospel:
Luke 24:1-12
But on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they came to the tomb, taking the spices that they had prepared. They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they went in, they did not find the body. While they were perplexed about this, suddenly two men in dazzling clothes stood beside them. The women were terrified and bowed their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, "Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here, but has risen. Remember how he told you, while he was still in Galilee, that the Son of Man must be handed over to sinners, and be crucified, and on the third day rise again." Then they remembered his words, and returning from the tomb, they told all this to the eleven and to all the rest. Now it was Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary the mother of James, and the other women with them who told this to the apostles. But these words seemed to them an idle tale, and they did not believe them. But Peter got up and ran to the tomb; stooping and looking in, he saw the linen cloths by themselves; then he went home, amazed at what had happened.
