I wouldn’t call the sermon “Resurrection” (from which the following excerpt is shared) to be George MacDonald’s most brilliant writing self (pretending that I would even be in a position to rate such a thing.) But even if that observation was generally accepted, it would not trouble the author one whit to hear it, as he has written elsewhere in words put into his protagonist’s mouth: “I don’t much care for a sermon that makes a listener think more highly of the speaker than of the one spoken of.” In that spirit, then - here is just a snippet for meditation.
From G. MacDonald:
If Christ be risen, then is the grave of humanity itself empty. We have risen with him, and death has henceforth no dominion over us. Of every dead man and woman it may be said: He–she–is not here, but is risen and gone before us. Ever since the Lord lay down in the tomb, and behold it was but a couch whence he arose refreshed, we may say of every brother [and sister]: He is not dead but sleepeth. He too is alive and shall arise from his sleep.
Happy Easter everyone! May we live to, for, and in our risen Christ!