Four days. Four life-changing days. They were days in which the marvelous mystery of God’s redemptive plan was revealed—and the course of humanity was forever altered. Spanning Thursday to Sunday, the Easter miracle provides every man, woman, and child the occasion to stop and reflect upon the flesh-and-blood meaning of the Father’s great love and the Son’s great sacrifice. And who better can help us stop and reflect than those whose gifts help communicate the depth of that twofold mystery in the ordinariness of everyday life?

In this special section, four gifted writers—Walter Wangerin, Jr., Virginia Stem Owens, Eugene Peterson, and Philip Yancey—each reflect on a single day of the Easter drama. Their personal experiences reveal anew the power and meaning of love and sacrifice, death and resurrection—eternal life.


How young I was at the period of my crisis, I do not remember. Young enough to crawl beneath the pews. Short enough to stand up on the seats of pews, when the congregation arose to sing hymns, and still be hidden. Old enough to hold womanhood in awe, but much too young to tease women. Old enough to want to see Jesus. Young enough to believe that the mortal eye could see Jesus.

I wanted to see Jesus. There was the core of my crisis. I mean, see him as eyewitnesses are able to see: his robe and the rope at his waist, his square, strong hands, the sandals on his feet, his tumble of wonderful hair, and the love in his eyes, deep love in his eyes—for me!

For it seemed to me in those days that everyone else in my church must be seeing him on a regular basis, and that I alone was denied the sight of my Lord. They were a contented people, confident and unconcerned. ...

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