4 years ago, I was in an show choir called Latter Day Singers(LD's). We were a group that met through the Latter Day Saint Institute of Religion and we performed both spiritual and secular songs. We danced, we sang, we shared messages, jokes, and testimonies. We toured and performed in other parts of Utah and at local high schools.
One semester, our theme was Gratitude. We sang songs like "Count Your Many Blessings", "Count Your Blessings Instead of Sheep", "Let the People Dance", "Farmer Tan", and "I Know that My Redeemer Lives". I enjoyed most of the songs (Count Your Blessings Instead of Sheep put me to sleep... on stage.) but most of all, I came to love the song I Know that My Redeemer Lives.
I remember being in rehearsal one afternoon, standing on the risers and practicing that song. We all knew our parts, we were singing it really well, but we were all a little burnt out and ready to go home for the day. Our director, who we fondly called "Coach" stood up and told us we weren't singing it right. We were lacking conviction. I remember him saying something about how, sure, we sounded nice, but there was no heart and no feeling behind the message. We were singing about the Savior, the one who suffered and died for us. The Man who gave everything for us so we could live with Him again.
We tried the song again. I thought about my Savior. I thought about His perfect love, His divine sacrifice, His life, His death, and that blessed Easter morn when He rose from the grave to live again. I thought about the infinite hope that His sacrifice gives me. And I sang. "He lives to bless me with His love, He lives to plead for me above, He lives my hungry soul to feed, He lives to bless in time of need."
My Savior does bless me with His love. Jesus Christ pleads for me, he feeds my hungry soul, and when I am in need, He is always there for me pouring out blessings. I am never alone, because my Savior does not leave me comfortless.
"He lives to comfort me when faint, He lives to hear my soul's complaint. He lives to silence all my fears, He lives to wipe away my tears, He lives to calm my troubled heart." It's not simply that He rose up from the dead and He happens to help me out when I need Him. He lives to calm my troubled heart. There is a complete and divine connection between my happiness and his life and Resurrection.
I know that My Savior lives and loves me. I know that He suffered for my sins, my pains, my afflictions, my suffering, my trials, my everything. Because He lives, I can find peace in this world. Because He lives I, too, can live again. Because He lives, I have reason to live, to love, to grow, to learn, to progress, to try.
As we neared the end of the song, my heart was on fire. (I call it the "warm soup feeling" because it's like when you've been outside in the cold and you come in and drink your soup and it completely fills you with warmth and comfort.) The Spirit of God was bearing witness to me of the truths of this song and of my testimony. With tears in my eyes, I sang the last phrases with complete belief, knowledge, and conviction:
Oh, sweet, the joy this sentence gives:
I KNOW that my Redeemer lives.
On this Easter Sunday, I want you to know that I do know. Jesus Christ lives. He lives for me, he lives for you. He lives for all of us. I love Him. I praise His name. And I know He lives.