Cling to Christ

It was my granddaughter’s seventh birthday.

After enjoying copious cake, candles and cuddles topped

with raucous fun and excitement, it was time to say farewell,

leave the gathering and return home.

But the moment I murmured that it was time to leave, one of my granddaughters ran over and proceeded to sit on my foot, clasping her arms tightly around my leg!

‘I’m a koala’ she said.  Apparently, my legs had just grown into eucalyptus trees.

Since one Eucalyptus trunk remained, my other granddaughter rushed over and plonked herself on my other foot!  ‘I’m a Koala’ she echoed.      

I did the usual thing and tried walking to the door, weighed down by two adorable but determined children, but their actions had produced the desired effect. It was now so much harder to leave, physically and emotionally.  But depart I must.

When the two Marys approached the tomb where Jesus’ body lay, an angel broke the astonishing news to them that Jesus had risen from the dead, and to their absolute amazement Jesus met them, alive and risen!

Jesus met them and greeted them, and they ran to him, grasped his feet, and worshipped him. Matt 28:9

Their joyful response was to grasp Jesus’ feet, not as Koalas, but as an act of reverence and humility. They held the beloved, scarred feet of their cherished, risen Saviour in devotion and respect, not wanting him to ever depart.

Christ is alive! Hallelujah! Always tangible Always reachable! Always present! What will your response be? Will you likewise cling to him in worship?   Do I hear a Hallelujah?

Wishing you all a deeply blessed and joy-filled Easter

With Love, Rev Gill x

Look at my hands and my feet. Touch me and see. Lke 24:39