He is risen!

Today is the day of Pascha, more commonly known in English as Easter. (At least in the Western tradition — the Eastern tradition will celebrate it one week later this year). It is, bar none, the most important celebration of the year for Christians, more important even than Christmas. Christmas is when we celebrate Christ’s birth, but Pascha is when we celebrate His resurrection! Christ’s birth was the beginning of His time on Earth, but His death and resurrection were culminating point of His ministry, the whole purpose of His coming.

This makes Christianity a very interesting thing indeed, because it’s a faith that could be utterly destroyed if one specific event was proven to have never taken place. If someone could prove beyond the shadow of a doubt that Jesus was not raised from the dead, if archaeologists found a two-thousand-year-old body in a tomb near Jerusalem that could somehow be proven to be Jesus’ body, then the foundation on which the entire edifice of Christian doctrine rests would be destroyed. Because if Jesus didn’t rise from the dead as He promised He would, then He cannot truly be God, and thus cannot save anyone from their sins. Even the Bible even says so — look at 1 Corinthians 15:12-19.

But Jesus Christ did rise from the dead, and therefore we do have a hope that does not deceive us (1 Corinthians 15:20-22). We do not simply follow the teachings of a great religious leader, passed on after his death. Rather, we worship the Lord Jesus, who is alive today and forever! He has promised never to leave us nor forsake us, and that He will be with us always, even to the end of time. (Matthew 28:18-20).

Halleluyah! He is risen!

If the ball hits the turtle, it’s still in play.

Life in Africa can be quite interesting sometimes.

Just down the street from where I work, there’s an American Recreation Center that, among other things, has a softball field, and hosts a weekly game of softball on Saturday afternoons. So on my first weekend here, I went down to the “Rec” to join in the game. Midway through the game, a large turtle stumped onto the field, heading for the grassy infield. When I called attention to it, someone said, “Oh, that’s just George. He shows up often enough that he’s been written into the field rules — if the ball hits the turtle, it’s still considered in play.”

Where else would you find a baseball field with a turtle (actually it’s a tortoise, but everyone here seems to call it a turtle) that pays a visit regularly enough to have a local rule devoted to him?

Picking up the keyboard again

This blog has been languishing on the vine lately. I’ve hardly updated it at all for months, and when I have updated it, it’s usually been with a “Hey, here’s some extremely geeky stuff that I may want to remember later but nobody else would be interested in.”

That’s not what I want this blog to be about. I want it to be a place where I can record my thoughts, write interesting tidbits about my life, and talk about what it’s like living one’s life for God.

So I’m picking up the keyboard again. I’ll be posting a lot more frequently now, and on a wider variety of subjects. I have a lot of good stories waiting to be written, so stay tuned.