Here I am, Easter Sunday 2020. Quarantine Easter. Rainy gloomy Easter (at least here in middle TN). Easter service in my pajamas via Facebook Live. Chubby and pasty Easter, thanks to stay-at-home directives. Wait, that one is a lie, I’ve been chubby and pasty just about every Easter since my late 40’s (no, I won’t tell you how many Easters that represents, have some manners).
Easter is a bigger holiday than Christmas in my book. It’s the day Jesus performed his big trick of returning from the dead, garnering the biggest ratings in history.
“HE IS RISEN” – Jerusalem Times
“ALL SOULS REDEEMED IN GOD’S BIGGEST STIMULUS PACKAGE EVER.” – Christianity Today, Special Stone Tablet edition
“FAKE NEWS!” – Satan
I love the Easter story because we humans behaved like a mess of thugs, killed the son of God, and God responded by sacrificing his son for our redemption. It’s such a good story, so full of promise and hope and grace. Especially grace. Although I believe this story literally, you do not have to in order to embrace it.
Let’s say the Easter story is the best fairy tale ever written, nothing more. If the Easter story had appeared in Reader’s Digest rather than the Bible, I promise you it would be the most requested story for reprint, and be hanging on millions of refrigerator doors across the world.
It’s a story that says we are all worthy. At our worst we are worthy of sacrifice and love. Every one of us. You.
I know it’s a weird world out there today, that we are all sick of our own company and even the biggest introvert among us (that would be me) is feeling a little itchy to get back out in the mix.
In honor of Easter, through whatever lens you read the story, believe in hope and redemption. If you hang on to hope, it’s a short bunny hop to knowing that we will make it to the other side of this strange and terrible Covid journey.
With love and a chocolate egg. -Leah
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