Safe Place

Every three weeks or so our men’s group meet to do something together. So far we’ve played darts, gone to the gym, taken in a movie at the theatre, watched football, and participated in a few other fun activities. This past week we were heading out to the gun range. I have a few rifles I’ve inherited from my dad so my intention was to unlock my gun case and clean some of them up for the occasion. My problem was that I’d put the key to the gun case in a safe place and I couldn’t remember where that safe place was!

I must have looked for that key for close to an hour. My search took me to key hooks, drawers, cubby holes, and even an electronic safe. When I still couldn’t find it I looked in all the places that I’d already looked.

Nearly 2,000 years ago those who wanted Jesus out of their lives thought they’d put his broken and bruised body in a safe place. They thought they’d locked the door and thrown away the key.

You see, God’s Son was accused by the Jews and tried by the Romans. The trial was a mockery. The Roman governor could find no fault in him but decided that it was in everyone’s best interest that Jesus be crucified. And so it was, during the Jewish Passover celebrations, that Jesus died a criminal’s death on a Friday just before sundown.

A member of the Jewish council, one who did not agree with the majority decision to put Jesus to death, asked and received permission to take Jesus’ body down from the cross for burial. Then, on the next day, the chief priests and Pharisees went to the governor to ask that the tomb be made secure because they were afraid of grave robbers. Actually, they feared that his disciples would remove his body and claim that he had been raised from the dead.

So they sealed the tomb and posted guards at the safe place they’d found. They waited.

God waited!

God waited until sunrise on the third day. It was early Sunday morning. The earth shook. An angel appeared. The guards, who saw it happen, were as dead men for fear. The one who was supposed to be dead was very much alive. The place they thought was safe was open and exposed, showing the world that Jesus had risen from the dead.

Clarence W. Hall said: “The resurrection of Jesus changes the face of death for all His people. Death is no longer a prison, but a passage into God’s presence. Easter says you can put truth in a grave, but it won’t stay there.”

I did eventually find the key that I hid in a safe place and our men’s group did have a great time at the gun range.

Do you need a safe place for your life? There is only one safe place. It’s in Jesus, the one who died, was buried, and was raised from the dead. It’s the only truly safe place I know. Trust him. He invites you to put your life into his hands.