My eyes are ever toward the Lord, for he will pluck my feet out of the net.
—Psalm 25:14-15
No matter what I see or read or hear, I do it in the context of an actual life I'm living. And so when I read these verses from Psalm 25, I read them on Easter Sunday. And it helps me see that, though the resurrection of Christ is cosmic in the scope of its meaning, it is also essentially something that happened to and among him and his friends.
Jesus' closest friends were those we call The Twelve. But not them only, but also others. We know this, because apparently his most faithful friends were some women. They were the ones who visited his grave at daybreak on the Sunday after he was killed. And it was they who discovered the empty tomb.
Their reaction wasn't philosophical or political. It was the reaction of those who loved Jesus. As was the reaction of the men when they were told the same news—not "He is risen!" for that wasn't clear until later, but simply that their Friend's body was missing.
And so when I think about the awesomeness of the resurrection, I want to worship (that's basically what "fear" means in Psalm 25:14), but I am also amazed that my friendship with the Lord is not a thing of the past, but it lives, too.
Because Jesus is alive, I have an undying friend. And because the Lord of Life is risen, my feet, too, will be plucked out of death's trap.
Glory be to you, God, my Strength and my Redeemer. The vacant cross and the empty tomb vindicate your claim that the love which suffers is the love which saves. So fill your people with joy and your church with celebration that the world may know that your holy Son Jesus is not a dead hero we commemorate but the living Lord we worship; in his Name who taught us to pray: Our Father...
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