Gaudium Paschale!

Christus resurrexit, sicut dixit. Gaude O Ecclesia! Alleluia alleluia!*

He is not here; he is risen.

The Passion and Cross of our Lord mean nothing without the triumph of the Resurrection. It is this that maintains hope in Christians, that having shared in Christ’s death through Baptism, as teaches St Paul, we might also share his Resurrection. Likewise, we carry the Cross in our lives, walking the Way Jesus walked, for the servant is not greater than the master, so that we might follow him to the Promised Land.  There we prodigals will be met with joy by the Father, while our elder brother Jesus himself will prepare the heavenly banquet, for what is his will be ours, and we shall reign with him.

So when cares seem to overwhelm us, when the malice or the pettiness of others crush us, when our own sins overburden us, let us look to the Cross and the resurrection it foreshadows. For in them is the assurance that “what no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man conceived, God has prepared for those who love him”. (1 Cor 2:9)

Time for a sing along then – turn up your speakers and sing lustily:

This joyful Easter-tide,
Away with care and sorrow!
My Love, the Crucified,
Hath sprung to life this morrow.

Had Christ, that once was slain,
Ne’er burst His three day prison,
Our faith had been in vain;
But now hath Christ arisen,
Arisen, arisen, arisen!

My flesh in hope shall rest,
And for a season slumber;
Till trump from east to west,
Shall wake the dead in number.

Death’s flood hath lost his chill,
Since Jesus crossed the river:
Lover of souls, from ill
My passing soul deliver.

Oh, why stop there! One more…

Now the green blade riseth from the buried grain,
Wheat that in the dark earth many days hath lain;
Love lives again, that with the dead has been:
Love is come again, like wheat that springeth green.

In the grave they laid Him, Love Whom men had slain,
Thinking that never He would wake again,
Laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen:
Love is come again, like wheat that springeth green.

Forth He came at Easter, like the risen grain,
He that for three days in the grave had lain;
Quick from the dead my risen Lord is seen:
Love is come again, like wheat that springeth up green.

When our hearts are wintry, grieving or in pain,
Thy touch can call us back to life again;
Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been:
Love is come again, like wheat that springeth green.

[* If the opening Latin words are a mystery to you, go here and see what they mean!]

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