Tag: Easter

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Holy Saturday is the day after we killed our loving Savior. It’s tempting for a Christian to imagine His disciples standing alone in shocked silence — as if the world stopped moving; as if Jesus was resting peacefully in His tomb; as if all the hatred and envy that doomed Him to execution had dissipated […]

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Contributor Post Created with Sketch. Weekend Contest: The Greatest Easter Art and Literature

 

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Ricochet, you’ve very narrowly been spared. Our discussion of the framework nuclear deal with Iran led to a suggestion by our resident curmudgeon Ball Diamond Ball that I carefully re-consider the work of Saul Alinsky for insight. I was game, and I was even on the verge of opening our weekend literature contest to those who wished to spend it reading Alinsky and tracing his influence on the Obama Administration.

Then it occurred to me that this could not possibly be how anyone on Ricochet would wish to spend this weekend. (I know for sure I don’t.) Please correct me if I’m mistaken, but I suspect we would all prefer to spend it with a great work of art or literature more suitable to the Easter holiday.

So our weekend contest is now open. In fact, this weekend, we will hold two contests simultaneously.

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A quick thought as we say good night to Good Friday:  So Pilate said to him, “Then you are a king?” Jesus answered, “You say I am a king. For this I was born and for this I came into the world, to testify to the truth. Everyone who belongs to the truth listens to my voice.”  […]

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Contributor Post Created with Sketch. ‘Hell Took a Body, and Discovered God’

 

Are there any who are devout lovers of God?
Let them enjoy this beautiful bright festival!

Are there any who are grateful servants?
Let them rejoice and enter into the joy of their Lord!

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Christmas and Easter are bookends of God’s covenant fulfilled. By the first, He shocked and transformed us by becoming Man. The Messiah came not as a powerful king in glory but as a defenseless babe in poverty. We expected to be humbled, but instead God humbled Himself so that we may know Him and love […]

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Contributor Post Created with Sketch. For Easter: St. Helena, the True Cross, and Our Crosses

 

6352798069_5fffe43b87_zThe mother of Constantine the Great, St. Helena Empress lived from the middle of the third century to the beginning of the fourth. She became the wife or concubine (the records are unclear) of Constantius, Constantine’s father, while he was still a soldier; when Constantius became emperor, he divorced her in favor of a new bride of higher social station. But then, when Constantine succeeded Constantius, Constantine, who was always close to her, gave his mother the status of empress, bringing her back to the imperial court.

Around A.D. 320, Helena–how this idea came to her remains unclear– went on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem to find the True Cross, the cross on which Christ was crucified. In Jerusalem she built two new churches, the Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem and a church on the Mount of Olives. And she returned to Europe with relics that included what she believed to be thorns from Christ’s crown of thorns, nails from the cross, and fragments of the True Cross itself.

From Evelyn Waugh’s article about her:

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It’s tempting enough, having spent over a decade on the road, to turn a more jaundiced eye to the pleasures that once captivated the imagination. The resplendent majesty of a sunrise, for example, when it seems The Almighty Himself takes brush and palette in hand, turning the sky into His personal canvass, with the very air awash in royal purple while lower, the horizon takes on the vibrant red of rose petals. A soft stroke from the Master’s brush here, a gentle caress of pink over there, and soon the dark clouds blush, revealing their most intricate secrets in feathery wisps, glowing softly in the morning light. Next, a fiery sun peeks over the… “Bah,” says the cynic, “tell it to Marines.” 

Contributor Post Created with Sketch. Give It Up for Lent — Jeffrey Earl Warren

 

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