Quotes about Resurrection

When we came to Christ, it was humility to honestly assess ourselves as sinners. To go back and say that's still who we are is to deny what Christ did for us. Doing that is no longer humbling ourselves, it's undercutting the resurrection power God has given us to live like Him.

But Jesus didn't go through all that He went through so we could be busy with religious activities. He placed the Spirit of resurrection within us that we might conquer something. Most

I have purposed to spend the rest of my life learning what it means to live a life of resurrection power and presence. I know that it is in this way that I can best represent the Father of life as Jesus did. The example that Jesus gave me, along with His great commission, is enough for me to respond with a resounding yes! I will follow with all of my heart, to the glory of God our Father.

We are still awaiting Easter; we are not yet standing in the full light but walking toward it full of trust.

For a woman, all resurrection, all salvation, from whatever perdition, lies in love; in fact, it is her only way to it.

We see a hearse; we think sorrow. We see a grave; we think despair. We hear of a death; we think of a loss. Not so in heaven. When heaven sees a breathless body, it sees the vacated cocoon & the liberated butterfly.

The stone was moved—not for Jesus—but for the women; not so Jesus could come out, but so the women could see in!

He planted a one-word caution sign between you and hell's path: perish. "Whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life" (John 3:16). Jesus spoke of hell often. Thirteen percent of his teachings refer to eternal judgment and hell.4 Two-thirds of his parables relate to resurrection and judgment.5 Jesus wasn't cruel or capricious, but he was blunt. His candor stuns.

Jesus spoke of hell often. Thirteen percent of his teachings refer to eternal judgment and hell.4 Two-thirds of his parables relate to resurrection and judgment.5 Jesus wasn't cruel or capricious

Juan no sabÃ

God took the crucifixion of Friday and turned it into the celebration of Sunday.

You wonder how long my love will last? Find your answer on a splintered cross, on a craggy hill. That's me you see up there, your maker, your God, nail-stabbed and bleeding. Covered in spit and sin-soaked. "That's your sin I'm feeling. That's your death I'm dying. That's your resurrection I'm living. That's how much I love you." In