The Resurrection - Joy Cowley

Read by Marion Hines

He is risen! How can you doubt that, my friend?
See how the sun lifts the mist from the green hills?
Look at the multitude of trees with uplifted arms!
Listen to the massed choirs of bellbirds and tuis
pouring out their Hallelujahs!
Even the stream on the way to the sea
is singing a resurrection song.

Let me tell you something, my friend.
The death and resurrection story
is explanation, not transaction.

He is not some kind of insurance salesman,
dealing in life policies whose fulfilment
depends on our investment. Oh no!
That is much too small a view
of the abundant freedom offered
to us in those nail-marked hands.

It’s about love, my friend. A cosmic love
that cannot be measured by the human mind
but can only be perceived, dimly, darkly, gratefully,
by the hungry human heart. Ultimately,
it’s all there is. Just endless love.

If you still have doubts, my friend,
stand outside the empty tomb
and listen to the way he says your name.