My friend, Sam Riviera, wrote this about how he spent Easter:
Amazing grace,
How sweet the sound.
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost,
But now am found.
Was blind,
But now I see.
We spent Easter morning with the outcast — the lame, the halt, the thieves, the alcoholics, the drug-addicts, the murderers. We climbed out of our warm beds and headed out into the streets laden with bags of clothes, food and water. We shared what we had with those who had slept under bushes, on the ground and any other place they could find.
Happy Easter! Happy Easter! Almost every person greeted us with โHappy Easter!โ
These are supposed to be the people who donโt know Jesus. Yet they know Jesus. They have seen Jesus walking among them. He has danced with them. He loves them. They like Jesus.
Jesus was with them in prison. He visited them there. He was with them in Southeastern Asia when they spent the years rotting away in bamboo cages lowered into holes. He was with them as they walked the streets of America, looking for a place to lay their head. They told us Jesus was with them.
โGrace. Itโs all about grace. No matter had bad we screw up, Godโs grace is still good. He never forgets us. Heโs always there. Heโs always been there for me. Heโs been there the last eighteen years while Iโve traveled around the country. I donโt have a dime to my name, but Iโve got Godโs grace. Itโs all about grace. Donโt ever forget that.โ
So said the man sitting on the sidewalk on Easter morning. The man with no home. The man with nothing. But he knows that Jesus lives!
โSee this mark behind my ear,โ said another. Thatโs where the VC shot me. The bullet came out through my nose. See this big white patch on my thighโ he said, pulling up his pant leg. โThatโs where they got the skin to graft onto the left side of my face. Another bullet ripped a big hole there and they had to patch it. God got me through it and Heโll get you through whatever comes your way too.โ
We went to give a cup of water, a warm coat. We found Easter. The risen Jesus had been there. The risen Jesus was there, walking among those outcast and despised by the world. He too had been outcast and despised. He knows what itโs like. He walks among those He loves. They see Him. They see the One who was despised, rejected and afflicted. He is one of them.
He is risen!
He is risen indeed!
He walks among His people.
He loves us. Whether weโre thieves, adulterers, liars, cheats, gluttons, alcoholics or murderers, He loves us.
Whether we see Him in a fancy building with stained glass windows or dancing with us in the streets, Heโs there. Heโs alive.
If you havenโt seen Him, walk with those who do see Him. Perhaps youโll catch a glimpse. Perhaps Heโll come and sit with you. Perhaps Heโll dance with you.
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