It is such an amazing comfort to know that the Jesus we serve is the One who has conquered death and returned to us with the offer of life itself. Here in Guernsey the hedgerows are bursting with colour. All around us the daffodils are blooming, the gorse is heavy with yellow flowers and the primroses and violets are splashed like the overflow of a vivid and generous imagination. What is it all in aid of? Well, the arrival of Spring, of course, and with it the celebration of Easter's great answer to the dark of the grave.
But let me tell you something wonderful, a mystery I’ll probably never fully understand. We’re not all going to die—but we are all going to be changed. You hear a blast to end all blasts from a trumpet, and in the time that you look up and blink your eyes—it’s over. On signal from that trumpet from heaven, the dead will be up and out of their graves, beyond the reach of death, never to die again. At the same moment and in the same way, we’ll all be changed. (1 Corinthians 15:51-53)