Happy Easter!

(from "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe")

At that moment they heard from behind them a loud noise--a great cracking, deafening noise as if a giant had broken a giant's plate. "What's that?" said Lucy, clutching Susan's arm. "I--I feel afraid to turn around," said Susan, "Something awful is happening."

"They're doing something worse to Him," said Lucy. "Come on!" And she turned, pulling Susan round with her. The rising of the sun had made everything look so different--all colors and shadows were changed--that for a moment they didn't see the important thing. Then they did.

The Stone Table was broken into two pieces by a great crack that ran down it from end to end, and there was no Aslan. "Oh, oh, oh!" cried the two girls, rushing back to the Table. "Oh, it's too bad," sobbed Lucy, "they might have left the body alone."

"Who's done it?" cried Susan. "What does it mean? Is it more magic?"

"Yes!" said a great voice behind their backs. "It is more magic."

They looked round. There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.

"Oh, you're real, you're real! Oh, Aslan!" cried Lucy, and both girls flung themselves upon him and covered him with kisses.
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(from "Rainbow Garden")

The church was overflowing with people and full of Easter flowers. The Communion Table was a mass of huge daffodil trumpets, white blossom, and tulips, and the choir and congregation rose to their feet and sang as only the Welsh can sing: "Jesus Christ is risen today, Alleluia!"

Then Mr. Owen read the story of the Resurrection and how the Angel of the Lord came down and opened the tomb in raiment white as snow, and I thought of the Lord Jesus coming forth, no doubt in shining robes to match the Angel. To walk close to Him in the path of life, sharing His fullness of joy, one would need to be very clean and pure too. Janet was right; nothing dirty or soiling could stay near that radiance.

We rose again to sing the second hymn. Peter in the choir had a solo part in this one, and his voice, clear and unbroken, seemed to soar right to the roof:

Jesus lives! For us He died!

Then alone to Jesus living,

Pure in heart may we abide,

Glory to our Saviour giving,

Alleluia!

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After that, I guess I don't have much to add except the words of the angel: "He is not here; He is risen! Why do you look for the living among the dead?!"

He is risen! He is risen indeed!