Not Dead

There was a time I felt like I was carrying the weight of grief and fear, just as the women walking to the tomb on Easter morning. I felt like all the light had drained from the world. The days were long, filled with hospital visits, uncertain test results, and prayers that sometimes felt unanswered.

I asked God the hard questions. Where are You in this? How can I trust that good will come from this pain? I felt like those disciples on Saturday—stuck between the devastation of Friday’s cross and the promise of Sunday’s resurrection.

I won’t ask, “have you been there?” because I know many reading this have.

But in the middle of that darkness, God met me. Through the prayers of friends, through the kindness of strangers, through quiet moments when His peace wrapped around me.

Slowly, I began to see the truth: He was never absent. He WAS NEVER DEAD. Even in the suffering, He was working, redeeming, restoring.

And isn’t that the insanely beautiful part of Easter? Jesus conquered death so that nothing—nothing—could separate us from the hope we have in Him. He walked out of that grave so that we would know our hardest seasons are not the end of our story.

The message of "He is not dead" isn’t just for Easter Sunday. It’s for every moment when we feel like we are buried in sorrow, uncertainty, or fear. It’s for the mother sitting in a hospital room, the woman battling anxiety, the wife praying for a breakthrough.

Jesus is alive, and because of that, HOPE is ALIVE.

He is not dead. 

It’s the greatest truth of all time. It’s not just a phrase—it’s a declaration that no matter what we face, resurrection power is at work in our lives.

Hold fast to the promise: Sunday is coming, and the grave is still empty.

Let’s carry this hope into our lives, our homes, and our communities. He is not dead—He is risen, Risen Indeed! Hail to the King!