An Easter Sermon
Posted by: Monday, April 12th, 2010 | Posted in Identity, Uncategorized | Author: Ardelle Walters | 1 Comment »
I love this sermon. It gives me goosebumps to think of Mary coming to the empty tomb, with her grief and emptiness, and hearing her name spoken by Jesus.
I would love to hear your stories of moments or days or weeks or years when you’ve come to an empty place with your grief, or disappointment, or despair … and somehow heard or felt your name spoken.
Click HERE to read the entire sermon.
Happy Easter!
April 15th, 2010 at 7:24 am
Not long after my mom died- I would catch myself hearing her say my name, much like it sounded when she would wake me up in the morning when I was a teenager. It was the voice who knew me, and the voice that brought much comfort as things around me seemed disconnected with any inner reality. I’m not sure I’ve heard my name spoken to me in a spiritual sense, hearing from God- so to speak- except when I am alone in the woods, and when I watch my children go to sleep. This also happens sometimes when I read the Bible. So, my best bet for hearing that voice is while reading the Bible while my kids sleep beside me while camping!
I want to bottle those times and keep them for when I need them, or for when I would like to share them for someone else who is in need, or maybe even for those times when I am not a good listener and am living life on a plain that is disconnected from God’s voice. I guess, though, if I were to harness this, it wouldn’t be the true voice of God because I would have some control in this scenario. Perhaps what makes it so sweet is how His voice interjects regardless of my manipulation or action. Whispering when I am quiet, and shouting (sometimes painfully) when I am unwilling to hear anything else.