The belief we share that Jesus of Nazareth was God incarnate, and that he lived, suffered, died, and lived again, is good news. We think of it as such and call it so. We declare it to be the Good News, news surpassing in goodness all other news.
And it was good news—to his students who raced upon hearing it to see whether it was not only good but also true. It was good news—to Christ’s pupil Mary: shocked by what she found, seeking what she had not found, surprised to hear her teacher call her name. It is news to go and tell, to shout and to share!
Which is why I still think about an unhappy man I ran into one day. It was one of those mornings that starts badly and worsens from there. By the time I noticed that I had missed lunch, I noticed also that I had less than two hours to finish preparing to lead an afternoon Bible study. I grabbed my notes and rushed out the door to a nearby fast-food restaurant. I spread my Bible and notes out at a table and went to fill my cup. This man I mention reached across me for a pile of newspapers. Right into my face, he said, “Suppose I’ll find any good news?” I do not know why he seemed so unhappy.
I can guess why he may have been doubtful about what was in those papers. But I do know that the answer I gave him was no race to the tomb, no folded linen cloths, no angel in white and no beloved Teacher calling my name. “Good luck with that,” I said, and sat down, so that I could get ready to go and talk about Good News.
Brian Dixon, pastor, Lake Auburn Moravian Church