Resurrection stories

Luke 7:1-17
11 Soon afterwards* he went to a town called Nain, and his disciples and a large crowd went with him. 12 As he approached the gate of the town, a man who had died was being carried out. He was his mother’s only son, and she was a widow; and with her was a large crowd from the town. 13 When the Lord saw her, he had compassion for her and said to her, ‘Do not weep.’ 14 Then he came forward and touched the bier, and the bearers stood still. And he said, ‘Young man, I say to you, rise!’ 15 The dead man sat up and began to speak, and Jesus* gave him to his mother. 16 Fear seized all of them; and they glorified God, saying, ‘A great prophet has risen among us!’ and ‘God has looked favourably on his people!’ 17 This word about him spread throughout Judea and all the surrounding country.

A hollow shell of dark chocolate clad in purple foil and concealing in its cavity strawberry, almond, hazelnut filled chocolates. My childhood memories of Easter, the celebration of Jesus rising from the dead. My own children probably think of Easter egg hunts, time spent searching for little chocolate eggs in parts of the house or racing their friends towards plastic cases filled with candy at church. Yes we know about Jesus' resurrection. We may also know the story of Lazarus because he was Jesus' friend but how many know of this lad from Nain? The one who was raised because Jesus had compassion on his mother, a widow who had lost her means of support.

How many stories of Jesus do we keep to ourselves? How many little miracles do we hide because we either do not recognize them for what they are or we covet the moment? They could be telling the continuing story of the resurrected Jesus.