​​Some people want to return to the shores of Galilee. “If only the carpenter of Nazareth were here, all would be well.”

Others want to camp at the cross, lamenting their state and beating their brow.

A few venture beyond Calvary's tree, but rest in the grave, sad that their Saviour departed. The angels are asking, “Why weepest thou? Why seek ye the living among the dead?”

Still others plant themselves on the hill, looking to the skies. “Oh Lord, when will the Kingdom be restored?” Again the angels dispatched deliver their message, “Why stand ye gazing up into heaven?”

To die and rise with Christ does not:

• live wistful by the sea,
• bleed perpetual on a beam,
• Curl up in the tomb with graveclothes for a pillow,
• Nor, dear disciple, look longing to the heavens, aching for an earthly kingdom now.

Jesus ascended.

He's alive, a minister of the true tabernacle. In session presiding.

You died, were buried, rose and were raised to sit with Him.

Now seated far above the fray, from here commissioned with resurrection power to bring a message of redemption.

News of a Kingdom come and coming, to a world who do not realise just how close the day approaches.

Heralds of the King most high.

Fearless firstfruits of the new Creation!

Selah.