It Changes Everything


I want to tell you something.

Jesus died for our sins.

He gave up His life on that cross, and breathed His last breath, and His spirit departed.

His body was wrapped in grave-cloth, and He was laid in tomb sealed with stone.


It does not stop there.

Oh, no, my sister, if we stop there, then we are utterly hopeless!

Three days later.

Our sweet Jesus rose from the grave, back to life.

Did you hear that? Can you feel that? Do you feel the fire surging and pulsing through your veins in power and glory and joy..

Jesus is alive.

Yes, Jesus is alive!

And that just changes everything.

I don’t want to live like Jesus is still in the grave.

I don’t want a dead faith.

I don’t want to dwell on his death, and stop there, and stay there.

Sister, yes, weep. Ponder. Wonder and cry, “Oh, how can it be?” Think to how deep His love is, that He gave His life for you. May our souls be torn to shreds in agony at the thought of His nail- pierced, bloody hands.

But, oh, don’t stay there.

Because Jesus didn’t.

And if Christ has not been raised, then our preaching is in vain and your faith is in vain.

We are even found to be misrepresenting God, because we testified about God that he raised Christ, whom he did not raise if it is true that the dead are not raised. For if the dead are not raised, not even Christ has been raised.

And if Christ has not been raised, your faith is futile and you are still in your sins. Then those also who have fallen asleep in Christ have perished.

If in Christ we have hope in this life only, we are of all people most to be pitied.

1 Corinthians 15:14-19

Paul is writing to a group of people in the Corinthian church who are claiming that there is no resurrection of the dead.

Now hear me, I believe in there’s a resurrection, of Christ two thousand years ago, and of us once He returns.

And I trust that you do, too.

But I don’t want to live like I don’t believe it.

I don’t want to deny it by my life.

Oh, may my faith not be dead and my hope not in vain.

I want to live and breathe and speak and sing that Jesus is alive.

Because that changes everything.

It changes how we live, how we speak and breathe and love and gas up our cars and go to the grocery store and act on people’s birthdays and our work ethic and our weeping and our celebrations.

Because Jesus is alive, so I’m going to work so hard, even it’s just coaching a cheer team, because those precious girls are so loved by Jesus and maybe they will see His love and life in me.

Because Jesus is alive, so I’m going to go to the grocery store and actually be present, maybe even taking time to make conversations while I’m picking out my strawberries and build a relationship with the cashier because maybe, just maybe I will get a chance to tell of His love.

Because Jesus is alive, so I’m going to weep and celebrate and sleep and dance all in the hope that we have and the joy that just fills my heart.

Because, oh sister, He’s alive!

He’s alive!
The Jesus that I love, the Jesus that I speak of and sing to and read about and hope for… He’s alive!

Mary Magdalene and the other Mary approached the tomb of Jesus.

They had witnessed His crucifixion, the blood gushing from nail-pierced hands and his crown of thorns and last breaths.

As soon as they stepped near, a great earthquake shook, and an angel appeared right before their eyes, telling them that Jesus is not there, for He had risen.

So they departed quickly from the tomb with fear and great joy, and ran to tell his disciples.

And behold, Jesus met them and said, “Greetings!”

And they came up and took hold of his feet and worshiped him.

Then Jesus said to them, “Do not be afraid; go and tell my brothers to go to Galilee, and there they will see me.”

Matthew 28:8-10

Fear. Great Joy.

Oh, Jesus is alive, may I run and run and run, with fear and great joy, telling of this!

He is alive; may I fall at His feet and worship Him,

May I speak to Him and sing to Him,

May I love Him with all my heart and soul and mind and strength,

May I throw off my sin and every weight,

May my gaze be locked on His,

May I run, with fear and great joy, telling others that He is alive,

Until I see my sweet Jesus face to face.

We’re in this to the end. He’s alive. It changed my life. It changed my heart. It changes everything.

I want to tell the ends of the earth, every tribe and nation and tongue, that my sweet Jesus is alive!

Because it’s beautiful and it’s victorious and the essence of love and the power of God to save and the only thing that their hearts really crave for, the only thing that their ears long to hear and feet wander to find.

OH, Jesus is alive!

So, go tell the mailman and the cashier, your neighbor and your pastor and your friend and your lover!

And let’s sing and dance and explode with joy because He loves us!

With much, much love. And just a pure joy in the Resurrection! -Melissa


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5 replies to “It Changes Everything

  1. Love getting these on my phone, Melissa!

    Such sweet words to tend this ragged soul. Thanks for speaking the truth.

    Last email you sent, you spoke of a new project you were working on. Did you receive my reply? I’m game to edit. Shoot it my way. ☺


    Christina Sent from my iPhone



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