In preparing to preach Luke 7:1-17 I came across this quote by Malcolm Muggeridge regarding the resurrection of Jesus which were deeply encouraging and I wanted to pass it on. Ponder whether you could share this truth with someone who needs to be reminded of the hope of the resurrection.

For myself, as I approach my end, I find Jesus’ outrageous claim ever more captivating and meaningful. Quite often, waking up in the night as the old do, and feeling myself to be half out of my body, that it is a mere chance whether I go back into it to live through another day, or fully disengage and make off; hovering thus between life and death,…Jesus’ words ring triumphantly through the universe, spanning my two existences, the one in Time drawing to a close and the one in Eternity at its glorious beginning. So at last I may understand, and understanding, believe; see my ancient carcass, prone between the sheets, stained and worn like a scrap of paper dropped in the gutter, muddy and marred with being trodden underfoot, and, hovering over it, myself, like a butterfly released from its chrysalis stage and ready to fly away. Are caterpillars told of their impending resurrection? How in dying they will be transformed from poor earth-crawlers into creatures of the air, with exquisitely painted wings? If told, do they believe it? Is it conceivable to them that so constricted an existence as theirs should burgeon into so happy and lightsome as a butterfly’s? I imagine the wise old caterpillars shaking their heads — not it can’t be; it’s fantasy, self-deception, a dream. Similarly, our wise ones. Yet in the limbo between living and dying, as the night clocks tick remorselessly on, and the black sky implacably shows not one single streak or scratch of gray, I hear those words: “I am the resurrection, and the life,” and feel myself to be carried along on a great tide of joy and peace.