Today’s reading is Matthew 28.
Today’s video also includes an item of praise ‘They came alone’.
The words were published in Volume One of D. A. Carson’s daily devotional ‘For the Love of God’ (March 10th entry). A few members have kindly helped to record a version of this song to the tune ‘Londonderry Air’ which we hope you will enjoy as you reflect on the significance of the resurrection.
The first two verses are a meditation on part of Luke 24:1-8 & 13-25. The last two verses draw on other resurrection accounts (John 20:24-29, Hebrews 2:14-15 and 1 Corinthians 15:50-58).
They came alone: some women who remembered Him,
Bowed down with spices to anoint his corpse.
Through darkened streets, they wept their way to honour Him –
The one whose death had shattered all their hopes.
Why do you look for life among the sepulchers?
He is not here. He’s risen, as He said.
Remember how He told you while in Galilee:
“The Son of Man must die – and rise up from the dead.”
The two walked home, a study in defeat and loss,
Explaining to a stranger why the gloom –
How Jesus seemed to be the King before the cross;
Now all their hopes lay buried in his tomb.
“How slow you are to see Christ’s glorious pilgrimage
Ran through the cross” – and then He broke the bread.
Their eyes were opened, and they grasped the Scripture’s truth:
The man who taught them had arisen from the dead.
He was a skeptic: not for him that easy faith
That swaps the truth for sentimental sigh.
Unless he saw the nail marks in his hands himself,
And touched his side, he’d not believe the lie.
Then Jesus came, although the doors were shut and locked:
“Repent of doubt, and reach into my side;
Trace out the wounds the nails left in my broken hands,
And understand that I who speaks to you once died.
Long years have passed, and still we face the fear of death;
Which steals our loved ones, leaving us undone.
And still confronts us, beckoning with icy breath,
The final terror when life’s course is run.
But this I know: the Saviour passed this way before,
His body clothed in immortality.
The sting’s been drawn, the power of sin has been destroyed.
We sing: Death has been swallowed up in victory.