Of all the holidays in the year, Easter has the least hype and prep and the most significance. Because our house goes on the market Monday I chose not to decorate this year. In the absence of all the reminders that it’s a special holiday it doesn’t change the significance. We don’t need the eggs, chicks and bunnies in the home to feel the impact of this day’s resurrection in our hearts. Because of what Jesus did on this day the entire framework and substance of my life is valid. And that is something to stop and consider.
What I think is so interesting is that the bestselling book, the number one in sales, remains the bible. Nothing else ever written can touch it. God just makes me smile all the way through.
As a Christian I am encouraged to read the bible and study it, which I do. I could make a career out of studying it and never fully know it. It’s the endless opportunity for learning in one book. What I really love to do with my bible is curl up in a cozy spot, open the tattered and marked up pages and enjoy flipping through favorite verses. It’s a small history of my personal walk as each morsel of truth changed my direction at different times in my life. I can remember when I discovered putting on the armor in Ephesians, and the stress that turned me to Philippians to absorb why I must not be anxious and how to achieve peace, and the years I spent striving for it. Each psalm has at some point been my song, and the proverbs are heavily treaded pages. I am fascinated by the wisdom explained in proverbs and for lack of my own refer to them as a manual for parenting. Something happens to my mind when I open the book to just enjoy time with God, it becomes spongy, an eager first grade student who is desperate to please the teacher sitting on the edge of the seat and taking in every word as if it were the most valuable information I’d need for the rest of my life. And it is just that. I suppose I enjoy that little girl stance in me that opens the book and wants to spend time sitting on the daddy’s lap and learning from His great understanding.
And on this day to turn to the story of the resurrection and remember it fresh and new and feel that impact hit again as though it never has is far more important than the adorable dress and matching shoes Kira will wear to church. It’s not the freshness of spring colors, it’s idea that Jesus came back to life. Death could not triumph over Him. And no other religion in this world has a resurrected savior. This is something to cling to, grasp, hold onto for absolute certainty. And knowing that I myself will not be conquered by death but can live in anticipation of eternity in heaven is exactly why I feel like celebrating today. And it has nothing to do with a bunny, colored eggs and pastel flowers. Although those are nice, they just don’t last.
Let me wish you a happy Easter my friends.