Easter Stories & More

The Easter season is rich with stories and images unique for each of us, according to our family traditions, cultural backgrounds and our spiritual journeys. That is why the freshly published anthology, Easter Stories & More, is a delight to read, because it is comprised of insights into Easter from many contributors.

When InScribe Christian Writers Fellowship put the call out for submissions from its members for their new anthology, I was eager to participate. They were asking for creative fiction from the viewpoint of those involved in the biblical Easter story. To imagine myself as one of those who witnessed the drama of the Passion week makes it come alive for me. I am honored to have two stories, Carry the Cross and The Innocent Man, included in the book, as well as a poem, Psalm of Mary Magdalene. I am in good company, because the book abounds with a variety of stories, devotionals and poetry from the pens of gifted Canadian writers using their gifts to help you experience a more meaningful Easter.

I am eager to share this book with you, somewhat because of my personal involvement but don’t just take my word for it. Read a more erudite opinion from the foreword by Dr. David Guretzki.

What does this all have to do with the chapters set out before you in this book? Let me suggest that these pieces are a collective of Easter witnesses. The authors represent a wide range of backgrounds, ages, experiences and perspectives, and the genres in which they write include devotionals, non-fiction, fiction, poetry, and even recipes. And yet each in their own creative and unique way are witnesses that expand the evidence for the reality of Easter.

David Guretzki, PhD

Executive Vice President and Resident Theologian, The Evangelical Fellowship of Canada

Easter Stories & More is available now through these outlets, or from the authors. If you would like a copy for your library or to give as a gift, please let me know in the comments.

Kobo https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/easter-stories-more

I also invite you to learn more about some of the authors included in Easter Stories & More by following the blog tour listed below. They would love to hear from you through your comments.

March 24 – Ruth L. Snyder https://ruthlsnyder.com/blog/

March 25 – Sally Meadows https://sallymeadows.com/blog

March 26 – Eunice Matchett https://albertastoryteller.com/

March 27 – Lynn Dove https://lynndove.com/

March 28 – Pat Gerbrandt https://patgwriter.wordpress.com/

March 29 – Denise Ford https://walkingwithdustyanddee.com/

March 30 – Marcia Laycock https://marcialeelaycock.com/thespur/

March 31 – Bob Jones revwords.com https://revwords.com/

April 1 – Valerie Ronald https://scriptordeus.wordpress.com

April 2 – Kimberley Payne https://www.kimberleypayne.com/blog/

April 3 – Marnie Pohlmann https://marniewriter.com/blog/

April 4 – Lynn Simpson https://lynnjsimpson.com/

Psalm of Mary Magdalene

MaryMagdaleneYou told me in Galilee this would happen to you.
Suffering, rejection, death … rising up?
Forgive the doubt which deafened me.
I did not want to know what bitter cup you had to drink.
You only spoke another parable, so I told myself.

Story became cruel truth when I saw you nailed to a cross,
your arms stretched taut in agony, never to embrace again.
I watched and wept distraught through midday gloom
As you were torn from me like a veil from my face.

Those many days I walked beside you,
prepared your food, sat with you by firelight,
I did not know your body held my own Messiah.
My deliverer from demons, discerner of my thoughts,
all I knew was that you loved me.

When I saw your lifeless body laid in a tomb, you were lost to me.
Myrrh and aloes imbued with tears, my last offering.
Death rolled its stone between us,
crushed all but memories of how you loved.

In mourning I came sleepless through gray dawn
to your empty grave awash in angel light.
“He is not here; he has risen!” they told me.
I cried until you said my name.
My heart knew, before my eyes beheld you.

I was the first to see your wounded feet walk again,,
once cold in death, now warm beneath my tears.
Behind me gaped your empty tomb.
Love stood before me, whole, alive.
I should have known, Rabboni, you would find a way.