Resurrection is more than resuscitation or reanimation. It’s restored glory, first for Jesus, then for those who are in him. God lavishes his grace on dead rebels and makes them adopted sons and daughters.
Risen is my imperfect response.
My aim wasn’t to paint a picture of something, but to respond to what I was thinking and feeling. So I put aside the brushes and used my hands.
I read through Ephesians 2 as I went, I worked my way up from the bottom, beginning in darkness. I started with a pristine white canvas, but as I touched it, I ruined it.
I paused at “made us alive in Christ”. I turned to Luke 23 to remind myself just what those 5 brilliant words meant for Jesus.
It struck me how the colour red is so full of meaning. Blood. Danger. Passion. Love. Hints of gold seemed appropriate too – His humiliating self-sacrifice revealed His glory and brought life and hope.
I stopped again and sang. And I painted: light and hope, forgiveness and freedom and glory.
The finished painting is sort of incidental – it was more about the process. To tell you the truth, I’m a bit nervous about putting it up here. But I guess I want to show that this is news that demands a response. How can you read this and be left cold?
And we are raised with Him;
Death is dead, love has won, Christ has conquered!
And we shall reign with Him,
For He lives Christ is risen from the dead.
(“See What a Morning” – Keith Getty & Stuart Townend)