I wrote my sermon for this coming Sunday today. It's about stories of the resurrected Jesus.
I'm not comfortable writing about the resurrected Jesus because I've never met someone who was dead that was alive again.
Until recently....
I went out on our back porch at dusk to smoke a cigarette--yes, I smoke, get over it!--and saw my father sitting in one of the deck chairs.
My father has been dead for decades and I was both horrified and fascinated to see him.
My heart almost stopped--or beat faster--I'm not sure which.
I turned on the porch light and put on my glasses and saw the various things on our deck and deck railings that made me think it was my father.
Seeing a dead person alive doesn't compute.
It explains why the disciples were so confused by the resurrected Jesus.
They knew it was him, BUT....stuff like that doesn't happen.
We all need to keep our eyes open and our hearts ready to see proof of the Resurrected Jesus in our lives.
Keep looking.
Keep looking.
Then, keep on looking....