THE ONLY EASTER SOME WILL SEE                                

Jesus calls us to be witnesses true,
To His Resurrection, in all we do.
Not “pew potatoes,” sitting still,
But vessels of His love, His holy will.

We are not pious ghosts, unseen,
But living bodies, ever on the scene.
Like Jesus, we bear our scars,
Symbols of love, His guiding stars.

We are to threaten the world with life,
With the resurrected Jesus, to end the strife.
To bring His light to every place,
Reflecting His glory, His boundless grace.

The only Easter some will ever see,
Is the Jesus they see in you and me.
Through our actions, words, and care,
His resurrection, we surely declare.

We are His witnesses, strong and bold,
Sharing His story, new and old.
So rise, dear souls, with purpose clear,
Spread His message, both far and near.

By Medard Laz

The only Easter some will see, is the Jesus they see in YOU and me. How will others see Jesus in YOU tomorrow and in the coming week?

EARTH’S SADDEST DAY AND GLADDEST DAY  WERE ONLY THREE DAYS APART!

My Commentary:

This poem captures a profound and urgent truth about the Christian life: Easter is not only an event to be remembered — it is a reality to be lived.

Too often, faith becomes something private, quiet, and contained within church walls. The poem challenges that notion directly. We are not meant to be “pew potatoes,” spectators of grace, but participants in it. The Resurrection is not simply something that happened to Jesus — it is something that must be visible through us.

One of the most striking lines is the idea that “the only Easter some will ever see is the Jesus they see in you and me.” For many people, the Gospel will not come through Scripture or sermons, but through encounter — through kindness, forgiveness, patience, and courage. We become the living translation of the Resurrection.

The reference to scars is equally powerful. Like Christ, we do not hide our wounds; we transform them. Our struggles, losses, and hardships — when united with Him — become signs of hope rather than defeat. They testify that suffering is not the end of the story.

And then comes that beautiful and sobering reminder: “Earth’s saddest day and gladdest day were only three days apart.” This is the heart of Easter. Despair can turn to joy. Death can give way to life. Darkness is never final.

The poem ultimately calls us to live with intention — to “threaten the world with life,” as it says so boldly. That means bringing light where there is darkness, peace where there is conflict, and hope where there is fear.

In the end, Easter is not just something we celebrate once a year.
It is something the world is waiting to see — every day — through us.

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