Ann Nadge, a poet I know, has distilled some of the posts from this blog into poetry. She has used my words verbatim, captured the essence of the post, and moulded it into a poet's vision.
This poem consists of verbatim fragments from an original post on 19 April, 2025.
The Day of Resurrection
The death and resurrection
of Jesus together changed everything.
Jesus died an outcast,
rejected by all, judged a sinner
and worthy of execution.
Without the resurrection,
lost to history - just one more failure,
one more criminal, one more statistic,
lost amongst the dead of history.
The resurrection changed this -
If the 'Jesus thing' is only
about the resurrection,
why does the risen Jesus have nail holes?
The cross and its meaning cannot
be divorced from the resurrection -
God's "Yes!“ against human sin,
the nail holes in the body of Jesus,
part of the Christian revolution,
forgiveness through repentance.
Jesus died out of love for us,
death initiated, ended in love.
Human failure is judged -
It is love that judges, love that saves us.
The constancy of love demands
nothing more, or less than love,
disciples of that constancy.
