My Easter Story 3

Hello everyone. This is the final episode of my Easter story. Thank you for all the encouragement from everyone who followed the series. I hope you find your own meaning in the words. Happy Easter folks!
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Full scale pandemonium had broken out. All the princes of darkness unfortunate enough to be on duty scurried to safety while urging their minions into harm’s way. How do you fight an enemy you can’t get close to? It seemed as if He was moving things and beings out His way by sheer thought.
Truth is, that’s what He was doing. The very light of his countenance disarmed the personal guard of the devil himself. A lowly deceiving being watched from a crevice as Rulers of Darkness bowed and lay flat before the prisoner.
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Sensing the rumbling at the earth’s core, the man in the olive grove rose to his feet and half ran, half flew to the stone tomb. The regiment of demons guarding the grave had swelled into a multitude of warriors on this Resurrection morning. They too, had felt the rumbling for they were all uneasy. Gnarls and frantic hisses seemed to come from every one of the taloned beasts. Swords sliced carelessly in the air as two mighty angels descended on the tomb. The legion of Roman soldiers charged with guarding the tomb had become restless too. To them, something was happening around them, and it didn’t help that they couldn’t see or hear any of it.
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On the altar of records, the Lamb burned with the fire of his eyes, every ordinance that worked against the saints. He regained the keys of death and Hades. The higher echelons of the Council of Darkness had abandoned the fight and were fleeing to earth. The devils’ quick flight was closely followed by the victorious Lamb. One thing still remained.
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The scene at the tomb is thick with anxiety. Maton and Syracuse had rolled away the stone at the entrance of the tomb and stood where it once was. The Spirit of Elohim hung in the very air and filled the edgy demons with dread. Suddenly bursting through the tomb’s roof, Satan and his Council are shocked by what they see. He halts in his tracks and tries to weave a quick escape from Elohim. His efforts are futile and he falls limply to the ground, held in place by an Archangel.
The light of a thousand suns fills the small enclosure as the hill quakes in the presence of the Risen Lord. He walks to the door of the tomb; His head and his hairs as white as snow; and his eyes as a flame of fire.
Every demon in sight lay prostrate unable to take in the Glory that had been revealed in this quiet Jewish countryside, the Roman soldiers too. Reluctantly, the devil hands him the Right of Adam.
It is a public show. The devil has lost his power.
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I rolled over in bed and stretched, all the while, smiling to myself. I’m really grateful that Easter happened: the Cross, the grave, and the Resurrection.

My Easter Story 2

In the late hours of the Passover evening, the sun cast its orange glow on this olive grove just outside the city walls. A man sits listlessly on the rich black soil, drawing circles on the ground with the tip of his sword. He had been sent into this place a couple of days earlier to cover the Lamb in strength. One whose name is Strength was broken under the sins of Adam’s sons. Before then, Elohim had spoken of his plan: he would save mankind by first making his Son to taste death. He would die, and then live again! Only Yahweh could understand these things.
Today is the second day since he died. He is probably in need of some more strength at this very moment. He sighs in exasperation and looks across the valley in to the quiet city.
“If only they knew whom they had killed,” he mutters to no one in particular.
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The chains rattle again. The sentries at the door had tired of their mirth and grew more frustrated with every rattle. Why couldn’t he just be still?
“Be quiet!” shouts the one closest to the prisoner’s cell. He doesn’t trust this prisoner at all. He had always found a way to outsmart them since the beginning. Besides, there is the matter of that prophesy. Three days!
Rattle.
No, he couldn’t possibly escape from this part of Hades. Not with all the extra sentries on guard today.
Rattle. Rattle.
He turned just in time to see the chains fall off the prisoner’s wrists. The gates begin to open on their own accord. The chains on his legs fall off too.
“No,” he squeals out loud; with no trace of authority in his voice. And thus began the Manifestation of the Son of God.
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John 1v5: and the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.

My Easter Story

Easter means a lot of things to a lot of people. It’s a time that many use to remember the Sacrifice of the Lamb; while for others, it’s a wonderful cluster of public holidays that stretches the weekend in both directions. Whichever category you fall into, there is an undertone of merriment during this period. Tonight I took some time off from the spirit of the season to go into a secret place (well, it’s not so secret anymore, seeing as I’m telling you about it).
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It is dark in here. Quiet too, except for the drip-drip of water from the roof. A pool that had collected over time slowly made its way to the rock floor through a crack. Whiffs of musty dust danced around the small enclosure every time a draft snuck through the stone at the entrance.
No one had the time to clean it before use tonight; which was not surprising since Iosef had not planned to use it so soon. See, only a few hours earlier, his most respected friend had been killed by Roman soldiers. His day has been filled with tears, sweat and blood. Lots of blood. He fought more tears as he tried to understand the circumstances of Yeshua’s death.
“Why would One so powerful allow his life to be taken by mere mortals,” he thought.
“Why wouldn’t he fight back?”
He leans against the cold quartz and sobs some more.
The two beings inside the enclosure are not sobbing. They had been sent here to stand guard over the body. From whence they came, there was no sobbing either. Hell, there was rejoicing! Never before in the history of creation, had one so highly exalted been defeated by their kingdom. They poked at the body and made light jokes of how the nails and thorns had spilled his blood.
“Oh, do you remember the time when the whip tore at his back and ripped out bits of flesh?”
The shorter one cackles and falls on his side as another draft stirs the dust some more.
Heaven mourns.
Hell rejoices.
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An incoming call brings me back to reality. I’ll continue that train of thought tomorrow though, and I’ll probably let you in on that too.
Happy Easter.