Early morning in the garden. It’s not going to be a nice job but someone has to do it for love of the dear man. But – where is he? Is that the gardener? Who is this man?
“Mary” “Master.” ………………… “Don’t touch me.”
Walking to the village we fall in with a stranger and get talking – amazing things. We sit down to supper and he says grace and … he is gone! Who is this man?
“Were not our hearts on fire?”
Manchester on a wet evening. The street lights reflected in the puddles. Someone is huddled in a doorway. Who is this man?
“When was it that we saw you hungry?”
With our friends on Sunday evening. Shut the door – we don’t want anyone to know. Excited, frightened, chattering, … and suddenly someone else is here. Who is this man?
“Look at my hands and feet.” …………. “My Lord and my God!”
After a night’s fishing at dawn someone calls from the shore. He has a fire and on it he is cooking breakfast. Who is this man?
“It is the Lord!” …………………………………………………“Feed my sheep.”
A hospital ward. A whimper of pain from one of the beds. Who is this man?
“When was it we saw you ill?”
On the way to Damascus there is a flash of lightning. You are thrown to the ground and he shouts out to you. Who is this man?
“Tell me, Lord, who you are.” … “I am Jesus whom you are persecuting.”
Where was he?
At times they saw him, talked to him, ate and drank with him – and then suddenly he wasn’t there. Substantial at one moment and then gone in a cloud. But he transformed them and they transformed the world.
He is the Lord, the blessed risen Christ, Jesus our friend come back from the tomb. But where is he? He has left us and yet we are not alone. He has gone to heaven and yet he is here. He was dead but now he is more alive than we are. But where is he? Where is this man?
Here he is.
“I serve a risen Saviour, he’s in the world today
I know that he is living, whatever men may say;
I see his hand of mercy, I hear his voice of cheer,
And just the time I need him he’s always near.
He lives, he lives, Christ Jesus lives today!
He walks with me and talks with me along life’s narrow way.
He lives, he lives, salvation to impart!
You ask me how I know he lives?
He lives within my heart”.
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