“Therefore we were buried with Him through baptism into death, that just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, even so we also should walk in newness of life.”
Streams of color rise like breath returning to a body. What once appeared pressed down begins to lift, layer upon layer, as resurrection works its way upward through the weight of what was. Darkness is not denied, but it is no longer final.
The movement from density into illumination becomes a witness. God does not abandon the place of burial; He transforms it into the birthplace of becoming. The vertical surges of pigment echo the moment grace interrupts the grave and calls the soul to stand.
Buried with Christ, we are also raised. We step forward marked not by what held us, but by the glory that lifted us—walking into a life continually made new.
“Therefore we were buried with Him through baptism into death, that just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, even so we also should walk in newness of life.”
Streams of color rise like breath returning to a body. What once appeared pressed down begins to lift, layer upon layer, as resurrection works its way upward through the weight of what was. Darkness is not denied, but it is no longer final.
The movement from density into illumination becomes a witness. God does not abandon the place of burial; He transforms it into the birthplace of becoming. The vertical surges of pigment echo the moment grace interrupts the grave and calls the soul to stand.
Buried with Christ, we are also raised. We step forward marked not by what held us, but by the glory that lifted us—walking into a life continually made new.
