Just a quick reflection about the holiness of Easter and some pretty scriptural quotes you may wish to refer to later or share with your friends. I am quite weary from a long road trip home after a wonderful vacation out West with a few friends, and in my exhaustion and tired high state of re-entry back to the daily grind, my heart is full of gratitude as I consider my blessings, including what Easter means to me personally.
For me, Easter is much more than a story about an inspiring, wise teacher of love who could not be kept in the grave. The Easter story is an encouragement that: love is stronger than death, transformation is quite possible, and sometimes when you lose, you win. It’s about the paradox of finding life only after you lose your self. About trusting the mystery of the stillness of Saturday between burial and ascension. About a seed planted in the ground and given a little time to blossom into fragrant loveliness. How I long to be that seed! How I long to daily transform and put on the mind of Christ! How I stumble and fall more times than I can say! How I desire to find refuge in the Rock of Ages who calls me beloved.
If you are reading this and feel at all put off by God language or maybe even shudder when I invoke the name Christ, I want you to know I honor you, your particular faith, or your spirit’s struggle to find any faith at all. So many of us have been hurt by the church or shamed by the judgment of hypocrites. It can sting like death. But it is never the end of the story. Where there is darkness or hurt in your Fridays, I wish you light and healing. Where there is confusion or unanswered prayer in your Saturdays, I wish you endurance.
You know before they put him in the ground, Christ wept in a garden, and my heart swells whenever I consider that the very same moon illumining the night sky of Gethsemane that night, shines on me and you even now. Isn’t this humbling!?! I consider the potential transformation in my life if only I were to see, TRULY SEE the beautiful moon each night as a guiding reminder I am never alone. Sunday and NEW LIFE are coming. I can kneel in the garden, empty myself, and SAY YES to perfect peace. I can claim joy in glorious restoration.
HOPE YOU enjoyed THESE LOVELY REMINDERS!
Peace to you right where you are.