As I think about Easter, I recall Annie Dillard’s quote about the power Christians have in the name of Jesus. Lately I’ve been thinking about how little I understand it and how little I invoke it.
What would happen if I did? What would happen if I lived my life in daily resurrection power? The kind of power that brings dead things to life, parts seas, brings down manna from heaven, heals the blind, walks on water, multiplies meager resources, changes one thing into another, finds treasure in the mouth of a fish, silences the demons, commands nature, cleanses, restores, redeems, renews, protects, provides. . .
Oh, if I did! Seeing my life’s problems in the light of resurrection power fills me with a sublime joy. I’m filled with wonder before a Holy God. I’m skirting around the hem of glory, daring to touch a bit of the magic that upholds the universe.
We invoke a power we cannot comprehend.
Isn’t it overwhelming to consider?