Let’s fast-forward some sixty years from resurrection Sunday—sixty Easters.
John sees Jesus again after so long a time, and this is how he describes it:
Rev. 1:13 …one like a son of man, clothed with a long robe and with a golden sash around his chest. 14 The hairs of his head were white, like white wool, like snow. His eyes were like a flame of fire, 15 his feet were like burnished bronze, refined in a furnace, and his voice was like the roar of many waters. 16 In his right hand he held seven stars, from his mouth came a sharp two-edged sword, and his face was like the sun shining in full strength.
This is a lot more than a corpse coming back to life again, regaining vital signs, brain wave activity, normal body temperature. It is vivacious, audacious, dynamic life, equipped for continuing interaction, forever and ever.
17 When I saw him, I fell at his feet as though dead…
Why? Because compared to Jesus, John was dead. In fact, compared to Him, we all are. Even if you are in peak physical perfection—including the Planet Fitness variety—up next to the resurrected Christ, you are little more than a raisin, a person in the slow hemorrhage of death.
He lives in the ongoing brilliance of life in every way and in every sense of the word. Comparatively, our most exciting moments are bored and boring. They pass quickly and do not deliver. It is not until the glory of Christ dawns on the heart anew that we realize how much of what we have is only partial and tainted with shadow.
He lives bigger and fuller than anything else that might even dare call itself life.