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Bill Shurkey
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lifeWhy Seek Ye the Living among the Dead?
By Bill Shurkey

"Why seek ye the living among the dead? He is not here but is risen." (Luke 24:5,6 KJV)

The women were certain they knew where to find Jesus. They went expecting to find him but he wasn't there. How many of us today look for Christ in the wrong places and in doing so never see him in the places where he really is?

I heard a story many years ago of an intoxicated gentleman who late one night was seen by a police officer to be groping on his hands and knees under a street light. The policeman walked up to the man and demanded to know what he was doing.

"I'm looking for the quarter I dropped," he replied in a slurred voice.

The police officer started to help. "Where about did you drop it?"

The man pointed down the street. "About half way down the block," he said.

"Then why are you looking for it here?"

The man looked at the police officer in amazement. "Because," he said, "the light's better here."

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The Psalm 37 Man
By DeAnna Brooks

Shouts of Hosanna! blanketed the air . . .
while a carpet of palm branches
laid out a royal welcome.
Cries of Crucify Him!
soon to rend the skies,
on this day remained buried
in the blackness of evil's malice . . .
though the faintest whisper of their birth
even now stirred unseen realms.
For Trust, borne on a colt, entered the land.

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Mary's Little Lamb
By Mitzi Smith

Mary had a Little Lamb,
He washed me white as snow.
He came to earth in human form,
He died to make me whole.

Mary watched Him as He grew,
At work and as He played.
The Lamb, He was the perfect one,
He made for us the way.

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No Resurrection
By Lori Othouse

Let's pause for a moment and reflect on this thought-
Life with no Resurrection Day...
Have you ever imagined or stopped to consider
What our lives would be like this way?

Much easier, you say, without feelings of guilt
No more worries about salvation or sin.
We could finally relax and spend Sundays at home!
At the very least, another day to sleep in.

But what kind of world would you wake to
Now that mercy and grace are no more?
A place separated from God by centuries of sin
Teeming with corruption like never before.

You won't find a church here, since sin and the grave
Now rule like a power from above.
They weren't conquered by Christ, so there's no healing or hope,
No forgiveness, no deliverance, no love.

All those who craved freedom to do what they please
Are now bound like prisoners in chains,
Battling a spectrum of horrific addictions
With no hope of escaping their pain.

The list could go on for miles, you see,
Of souls wanting life their own way
And just as long are the rows of tombstones
Marking spirits with Hell to pay.

So you want life with no Resurrection?
A contradiction of terms, indeed.
For the One we so often turn away from, we find out,
Is the One we most desperately need.

Lori Othouse lives in Brooksville, Florida and has been writing for several years. She writes primarily poetry and drama and has had seven of her plays produced at her church. Lori is passionate about the arts and wants to see God glorified and souls saved through this powerful medium. You may contact Lori through the Letters page of this magazine.