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 It is the Easter season.  Lent and the cross, that instrument of torturous death, are behind us.  We have peered into the empty tomb and are left to wonder.  To wonder if his body was stolen away.  To wonder where he is.  To wonder when we will come face to face with the resurrected Lord.  Unlike the disciples, I have not come face to face with my risen lord.  Yet, I have seen him.  I have seen his hands in the hands of those who prepared bread and soup for Lenten services, meals for Dinner at the Brick and the bread and juice for communion and in the hands that set up tables and chairs, clean, mow, fix, and paint.  I have seen his feet in the feet of those who walk with the hurting, the poor and the down trodden.  I have seen his back, bloodied and bruised, in the backs of those who lift the burdens of others.  I have seen his eyes in the eyes of those who look for justice in the world.  I have seen his ears in the ears of those who listen to the cries of those who mourn.  I have seen his lips in the lips of those who speak quietly in prayer and those who speak boldly for peace.  I have seen him in the actions of those who pour out their lives to help others.  I have seen him a thousand times.  In beautiful sunsets, mountains, oceans and forests.  Yes, I have seen my risen Lord, in the faces of friends and strangers.  I have seen him at work in the world and he is beautiful!

Where have you seen him?