I think I witnessed resurrection on Easter Sunday.
After the bread was broken, the wine poured, the prayers recited, our pastor said “Come, for all things are ready.” The servers were mindfully walking forward. From about 10 pews back, a young woman rushed forward, first in line. Her face was flushed. I think she had been crying. All the polite people in the first nine pews had not even stood up yet. But for her, there was urgency to get to the table.
This is why I love church. This woman rushed forward not because “all things were ready,” but because she was ready to be transformed- a witness for all of us who no longer hurry to the table or the empty tomb. In the sermon, our pastor asked “Christ has been raised from the dead. Will you?”