Summary: Christ lives. The evidence is seen in multiple ways as His people serve and worship.
IN THE PRESENCE OF THE LIVING CHRIST
“I turned to see the voice that was speaking to me, and on turning I saw seven golden lampstands, and in the midst of the lampstands one like a son of man, clothed with a long robe and with a golden sash around his chest. The hairs of his head were white, like white wool, like snow. His eyes were like a flame of fire, his feet were like burnished bronze, refined in a furnace, and his voice was like the roar of many waters. 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.
“When I saw him, I fell at his feet as though dead. But he laid his right hand on me, saying, ‘Fear not, I am the first and the last, and the living one. I died, and behold I am alive forevermore, and I have the keys of Death and Hades. Write therefore the things that you have seen, those that are and those that are to take place after this. As for the mystery of the seven stars that you saw in my right hand, and the seven golden lampstands, the seven stars are the angels of the seven churches, and the seven lampstands are the seven churches.’”
Our Lord is alive. He is here. He dwells with His people. This is the testimony of the Faith. Too often we who are Christians have permitted the unbelieving world to define our Faith. We imagine that because our eyes do not see the Risen Saviour standing in our midst, He is not present. However, the testimony of the Word is that the Master is among us.
The world cannot recognise His presence. Perhaps the condition of earth dwellers is best described by a story which I once heard. The children had been instructed to bring a story to class that described what they did in the summer just past. Johnny, raised in a godly environment, was first to read his story. He told how his family had taken a vacation to the mountains. There, he had witnessed the beauty of God’s creation. He concluded by saying how thrilled he was to witness all that God had made.
The teacher—one of those modern, faithless individuals who imagined that she was the sole arbiter of wisdom appointed to destroy the faith of her charges— rebuked the lad. “Johnny, do you really believe God made the mountains?”
“Yes, teacher,” Johnny replied confidently.
Then, the teacher asked, “Johnny, have you ever seen God?”
“No, teacher, I’ve never seen God,” Johnny replied.
“Have you ever smelled God, heard God or touched God?” the teacher continued.
Again, Johnny admitted that he had never smelled, heard or touched God, at which point the teacher confidently asserted, “Then, if you can’t see God, smell God, hear God or touch God, God must not exist.”
Johnny was devastated by this crass assault against the values taught by his parents. However, little Sally spoke up. “I understand what you are saying, teacher.” Then, turning to the class, she asked, “Do you believe our teacher has a brain,” she asked? Of course the students laughed at such an absurd question. However, Sally quickly followed that question with this assertion, “None of us have ever seen the teacher’s brain; none of us have smelled, touched or heard the teacher’s brain. Therefore, our teacher does not have a brain!”