Jesus Done Got Up
Well, just hush my mouth and pass the cornbread, jellybean’cause this here story’s ’a‑fixin’ to bless you deeper than a cool well‑water drink on a hot Texas July day. God shows up right when we’re ’a‑standin’ there like a confused cow ’a‑starin’ at a new gate. Those women at the tomb came ’a‑lookin’ for Jesus, and instead they done got an angel ’a‑sayin’, “Girls, you’re ’a‑barkin’ up the wrong tree. He’s alive! He ain’t here!” (Mark 16:6–7).
Folks been ’a‑tryin’ to explain that away for centuries, but that angel shut it down quicker than a rooster shuts down sleepin’ in late. “This SAME Jesus, He’s alive!” Not a ghost, not a cousin, not a holy mist ’a‑floatin’ around. Why, He’s the real, nail‑scarred Jesus.
Romans 6:9 backs it up by telling us that Christ was raised and death don’t boss Him no more. Death tried, but Jesus walked outta that tomb like He owned the place ’cause He shore ’nuff does.
And then comes the sweet part: “Go tell His disciples and Peter.” Well, that there was real big news for ol’ Peter, who’d been caught ’a‑denyin’ Jesus like a possum ’a‑denyin’ he got into the chicken feed. Yet, Jesus made sure Peter knew he was still loved, still wanted, still called. That’s grace that’s real personal, tender, name‑callin’ love.
That’s Jesus for you. He don’t just save “the world.” He’s ‘a-wantin to be ’a‑savin’ you. He calls your name right in your own personal version of Galilee: your kitchen, your car, your heartbreak.
What a Savior! What a Friend!
Father, thank You for bein’ the livin’ Lord. Lift me from despair to hope and help me walk close to You. In Jesus’ holy name, Amen.
Now get on out there, cupcake, and chew on this truth like a happy ol’ cow ’a‑workin’ her cud. Jesus done rose up outta that grave like a bear ’a‑shakin’ off winter all alive, powerful, and ’a‑callin’ your name sweeter than your grandma ’a‑hollerin’ for you to come in for supper. That there resurrection joy looks mighty fine on you, too. So much better’n a rooster ’a‑struttin’ at sunrise and even better’n a possum ’a‑findin’ a whole untouched pie on the back porch. Hallelujah! What a Savior!
With joy,
Gwen
