Those were the words we spoke as we left a Passover Seder last night. 

Often we forget that in the “time” of many parts of the world, the night is the beginning of a new day.  We are not waiting for the sun to rise.  We are not waiting until after our rest.  We are not waiting for our break-fast.

When the sun goes down, a new day is dawning. 

In the Christian calendar, today is Resurrection Sunday.  This is the day we remember that death is conquered.  Our death will have meaning – a future.  Our living has meaning as well – we are a part of the “present” which is further unwrapped in the future.

So, as we left the meeting hall the facilitator said – “He is risen.”  We responded – “He is risen indeed.”  Not risen in our thoughts.  Or risen in fiction.

NO, Jesus is risen.  In time and space, 2,000 years ago.  Documented, wind touched, sun crested time.  And we know that God cares for us, for in flesh and blood He provided a way back to him through Jesus.  Thanks be to God!