Lets talk Resurrection Sunday and what it means to you!:)

[Watchman4hm]

This is the season we celebrate the Lord giving His life for us at the cross, and His resurrection on the third day. This is my favorite time for reflection and communion. Its not about eggs and bunnies. Its about Him making us able to receive the Holy Spirit as a friend, helper, encourager, and down payment towards our eternal salvation..

At Christmas we celebrate His life as He came into the world, as a gift to mankind..We exchange gifts one to another during that celebration. At Easter he also gave us the gift of becoming His tabernacle by the indwelling of the Holy Spirit.

In the same spirit of giving, lets be extra special blessings to those with whom we fellowship with here...

I will start by picking a poster in this thread between now and tonight 11:59 pm est for a FREE STAR...I will choose the person not by be being friends with me, nor reputation among us, but by who can share with us as a group what Resurrection Sunday means to you.....Lets search our hearts and reflect...blessings!!

 

[Nadiine]

Resurrection Sunday means [to me] that I was the reason He had to come and suffer to pay for my sins.

It's easy for me to justify things I do (and don't do)... but for every single thing I've done against God and others, it put Him there on the cross to pay those penalties in my place.

It also means that if He hadn't conquered the grave, that I could not either.

We owe Him everything - He owed me nothing.
I love Him becuz He first loved me.

 

[MMXII]

God sacrificing His Son for us, on the cross was the greatest gift. Jesus paid it all, there is no need for penance nor do we need a High Priest to pray for us. We can go to Jesus as humble servants with our praise and our worship and our needs. We can lay them all at his nail scared feet. Pretty awesome. I can't thank Him enough even if I thank Him every minute of every day that He has blessed me with.

Thanks Lookin

 

[Watchman4hm]

Great...lets spread the word and keep em coming

 

[Nadiine]

Everyone needs compassion
A love that's never failing
Let mercy fall on me
Everyone needs forgiveness
A kindness of a Savior
The hope of nations

Savior
He can move the mountains
My God is Mighty to save
He is Mighty to save
Forever
Author of salvation
He rose and conquered the grave
Jesus conquered the grave

So take me as You find me
All my fears and failures
Fill my life again
I give my life to follow
Everything I believe in
Now I surrender

Shine your light and let the whole world see
We're singing for the glory of the risen King...Jesus

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sR8rlTIU8_Y

or

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iB-yX5p0p4I

 

[MMXII]

 

[Watchman4hm]

cool pics and vids...

 

[Spudgrandma]

1 Corinthians 15:1-4 (NASB)
1 Now I make known to you, brethren, the gospel which I preached to you, which also you received, in which also you stand,
2 by which also you are saved, if you hold fast the word which I preached to you, unless you believed in vain.
3 For I delivered to you as of first importance what I also received, that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures,
4 and that He was buried, and that He was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures,

 

[ForHisGlory]

I'm not reading what anyone else posted before I post mine, only because I want my thoughts to flow freely and be mine alone.

Easter Sunday reminds me that Jesus willingly let himself be beat, mocked, tortured, and crucified, for me....me, Tammy, a nothing, a nobody. And I think each year, what have I done since last Easter to be worthy of such a wonderous gift? How many times have I failed him? How many times do I wonder as the song reminds me, does he still feel the nails, everytime I fail?

But then everytime it rains I'm reminded of another song, Healing Rain, and I know, that He's sending it down for me, to remind me that I'm forgiven each time I ask, I'm washed clean again because he knows my heart.

It then makes me wonder if I was ever asked to give one of my children to save the world, a world where so many would reject, mock, ridicule, what would I say?
Or,
When someone hurts me again and again, how many times do I let them ask forgiveness? How many times do I truly give it?

I honestly believe that we will never be able to truly comprehend the gift of Easter Sunday weekend, until we get to where we're going.
I'm grateful for the wonderous gift of Good Friday, I'm so much more grateful for the Miracle that is Easter Sunday, when after giving his life freeely, for me.... he rose to Heaven to sit next to his, mine & your's Father, to wait for us to come Home

I think often of what my manison in heaven will look like, cause I know it's prepared just for me.

 

[Tweetie]

Hoppy Easter!!!!!

I thank the lord for letting his darling son, Jesus, come down and save our sin sick souls.....GOD BLESS EVERYONE

 

[ctay]

What Easter means to me that God gave His Son to die and rise to heaven to sit at His Father's side so our sins can be forgiven. Jesus came on this earth to teach, preach, did miracles, so we would all believe. We have to remember that He accepted all of us sinners and we need to ask forgiveness. God loved me first and I love Him. He also gave us Holy Communion to take for the forgiveness of sins.

 

[Watchman4hm]

Keep em coming...lets hear from your hearts...free star to be given...

 

[Watchman4hm]

Bump

 

[Watchman4hm]

Okiedokie

 

[BellaSong]

The whole time from Good Friday to Ressurection Sunday is the most precious time of year for me. I was baptized on Good Friday when I was fifteen.

This time reminds me that God had brought me from death to life four times so far. Once spiritually in my salvation, once physically when I was run over by a car and should have died, but because of His protection, I walked away from it. I got up and parked the car. Twice God has brought me from death to live emotionally. In prayer one night I felt a prompting to ask to be healed of my depression and anxeity that just made me feel dead and as I prayed for it, I closed my eyes and saw Christ before me. He reached His hand into my heart and pulled out blackness, the darkest blackness you could imagine. Then I saw Him put that into his own self. His light consumed it and then He reached into His heart and pulled out pure light and put it into my heart. After that moment, I was healed.

The second time that God brought me from death to life was just a few days ago. I felt dead and then began to pray hard, thank God for my life, dedicate it to Him, bind myself to Him and all of the sudden I felt alive again.

God's plan extends so far beyond me, but I cannot help but be so thankful for the life that I have in Him.

Good Friday is a great celebration for me because God gave Himself to His creation, Ressurection Sunday is an even greater celebration because on this day Christ is exalted above all creation, we are redeemed, the gates of Heaven are open. Creation is redeemed!

 

[RoseyK]

I came to know the Lord as my Saviour shortly after seeing a passion play called Thou Art the Christ. To give you a little background about myself when I was in highschool I started a journey to find out my purpose in life. "Why was I here, what was I supposed to do"...I got involved with a religious cult and stayed for about a year and a half. Left that with the help of a friend of mine (Cathy) and members of a Baptist Church. I returned home and my parents would not let me attend the Baptist Church and I drifted into the occult. I got involved with sex and drugs and got deeper into the occult. The people that I had met at the Baptist Church never stopped praying for me, even though I would be polite and turn down their invitations to attend church or any church held functions. I married and divorced twice to the same man. My life was a mess and continued to go into a downward spiril. My friend, Cathy, knowing that I loved live performances, invited me to a play that she was in called Thou Art the Christ. At that play my eyes and heart were opened to the truth. I felt like I was there in biblical times, that it was my sins that caused Christ's death. He died for me. I wanted to rush onto the area where the actors were. I couldn't stop crying. I had so many questions. (The week prior I had attended a nondemonination church and the people were really friendly. I had dressed in leather and no one freaked. A few weeks prior to that I had attended a neighbors church in a dress....but when they saw that I had a tattoo on my ankle, I thought they were going to stone me) So a few days after the play I again attended the friendly church and was again warmly welcomed. They even remembered my name and my daughter's name. The interium pastor preached on 1 Cor 13 and again my eyes were more opened. I finially realized how much Jesus loved me. I couldn't stop crying and asked the pastor to pray with me cause I didn't want to mess it up. I wanted...no needed Jesus in my life right then at that moment. I accepted Jesus as my Savior that day. (I was 32 years old. (18 years ago).

Thank you Lord for your prayer warriors who prayed without ceasing and never gave up on me. Thank you Lord for loving me when I was unlovable and showing me the truth in a way that touched my broken heart and soul. Thank you Lord for never giving up on me.

I still attend that friendly church. I feel closer to my church family than many members of my biological family who look at my church involvement as just another phase. (My daughter, sister and I are the only believers in my family.)

Lookin....not sure if this is what you were looking for. But felt a strong desire to share my story.

 

[Watchman4hm]

Excellent testimony Rosey

 

[MMXII]

I have a dear friend in Iceland that gave me Hymns of the Passion by Hallgrimur Petursson. This part from: XLV The Death of Christ.

But Jesus has my debt repaid,
And from my sins atonement made.
By what my Saviour did for me
My bonds are snapped, I now am free.
And broken now is death's sharp sting,
Out of his snare with joy I spring.

Jesus, by dying, death has slain;
Brought to an end his cruel reign.
While to my gracious Lord I cling,
I cry: "Death, where is now thy sting?"
One step from death to life I see -
A change "far better" now for me.

My Saviour, Thou didst bow Thy head,
As Thy blest spirit upward sped.
Thus as I upward gaze on Thee,
Thy loving face is bowed to me.
When comes the call to yield my breath,
Mine eyes I'll raise to Thee in death.

 

[Watchman4hm]

Little over an hour left...star to be given tomorrow...

 

[FlatpickingJD]

You know, I make my living using words. I play with them, put them in a nice order for others to read and hope they accomplish some end. I'm usually glib and free with them, and they flow easily. But when it comes to this, what Easter and Resurrection Sunday mean to me, words fail me.

It means everything.