What is Resurrection?

The season of Easter is a time to reflect on our own “resurrections” because of what God has done, is doing, and wants to do through Christ. Resurrection is surely the promise of life after death and that can, and should, be taken literally! However, it is also more than just the literal power of life over physical death by grace through the faith of Christ.

Resurrection is also rising from the mental, emotional, physical and spiritual forms of enslavement to sin, all those things that attempt to rob us of the abundant life that God wants us to have through Jesus. Resurrection is not just a one time event, it is a journey and a process! We are being resurrected with Christ, day by day! Rising from death that trails in the wake of sin!

With permission from one of our members who is living into a resurrection life, albeit with visible and tangible signs of the wounds of the world, I share a poem written by Sarah Coffman just before a surgery to remove her gallbladder on Wednesday, March 18, 2026.

Thank you Jesus! Thank you Sarah! Let’s all be inspired by the Holy Spirit at work in and through our church members!

“Still Standing Anyway”by Sarah Coffman

My body remembers, every mile I ran from myself, every sleepless night, every shaking morning, where survival was the only plan.

Pain lives here now, in my bones, in my muscles, in the quiet ache, that doesn’t ask permission before arriving.

Recovery did not promise a painless life. It promised truth and truth feels heavy when your body hurts and there is no escape hatch, no numb button, no poison disguised as relief. So I sit with it. I breathe through fire instead of drowning it. I stretch hope across aching limbs like sunlight through broken blinds.

There was a time,I would have disappeared from this feeling, run, used, hid, traded tomorrowf or one hour of silence.

But now, Now I stay. I stand inside the ache like a warrior learning her own strength.

Pain no longer owns me. It teaches me. Each pulse says You are alive. Each step whispers You didn’t quit.

I walk slower now, but I walk honest. My strength is not loud, it is choosing healing when my body begs for surrender.

It is showing up with tears in my eyes and courage in my hands.

I am not weak because I hurt. I am powerful because I heal without running.

And even on the days my body trembles and the weight feels unbearable, I am still here. Still sober. Still fighting. Still rising. Still standing anyway.

Dr. Fitzgerald