There is a voice that echoes through the ages—through stone tombs, through shattered empires, through bloodied martyrs and trembling saints. It is not a whisper. It is not an echo. It is a shout—a victorious cry from the mouth of a risen Savior: “It is finished.”
The resurrection of Jesus Christ was not a symbolic event. It was not a metaphor for renewal or a myth passed down to soothe the grieving. It was an actual, bodily, cosmic rupture in the order of sin and death. The moment the stone rolled away and the Son of God stepped out into the morning light, everything changed.
Death died that day.
The grave, which had swallowed every soul without fail, suddenly choked on a sinless man. Sin, which had enslaved generations in guilt and condemnation, lost its dominion. Satan, that ancient enemy, that lying serpent, was crushed beneath a bruised heel. And the power that raised Christ from the dead now lives in us—those who believe.
Let that sink in.
This is not theory. This is not theology for scholars to debate in ivory towers.
This is power. Living, breathing, earth-shaking power.
Resurrection power.
And if He is risen, then we too are raised.
Raised from shame.
Raised from fear.
Raised from dead religion and the futility of trying to earn what was already bought in blood.
We walk now in victory.
Not by might. Not by our flawless obedience. But by faith. By faith in the One who took nails in His hands, a spear in His side, and the full weight of divine wrath on His shoulders—for us. For me. For you.
And now, we stand—not in fear of judgment—but in the righteousness of Christ. We are not merely forgiven—we are new.
We don’t fight for victory. We fight from it.
The world still rages. The enemy still prowls. The battle still stings. But the war is over. The King has conquered. His banner over us is love, and His Spirit within us is strength. No grave will hold us. No sin will define us. No enemy will overcome us—because He already has.
So today, Christian, lift your head.
The tomb is still empty.
Your Savior still reigns.
And the same power that shattered death is alive in you.
Live like it. Love like it. Walk like the victory is already yours—because it is.
He is risen. And because He lives… so do we.
— Cyn
