With Easter upon us, I have been pondering the holiday more
than usual…well actually not really.
As I see people preparing for their family gatherings, their church
services; as I see them hanging up their decorations and the stores fill up
with candy and baskets and eggs, I think about how the message of the cross
gets lost in all of this. It
gets lost in something commercial.
It gets lost in tradition.
It’s not really about Him anymore at all.
But for me (and for many of you as well), it’s not about family
or tradition. The death and
resurrection of Jesus Christ are on my mind every single day. I think about it all the time. So when this holiday approaches what I am
thinking about are all the people who proclaim Him for one day and then go on
about their lives as though His sacrifice meant nothing at all. At one time I was one of those people
and my heart aches that they might really know Him. Because when you really know Jesus, His death on the cross
is never far from thought.
And the bunny and the chocolate and the Easter egg hunts
sting just a little bit. Because
while they are cute and nice, they take attention away from what really
happened over two thousand years ago.
They make it pretty and it wasn’t.
It was dirty, and violent, and painful, and it was the ultimate
sacrifice. And they take away from
the message that death was overcome, that eternal, everlasting, freeing life is
possible because of Jesus Christ.
I love living life with that knowledge. I love Easter Sunday because unlike
every other day, so many people are at least open to talking about Him and
hearing about Him. There are opportunities
there for people’s lives to be changed.
So I’m excited for what He
will do with it and I’m ready to be used by Him in any way He sees fit. No chocolate. No lamb with mint jelly. No synthetic green plastic grass. Just Jesus Christ who was crucified and died on a cross, but
who is risen from death and is Alive!
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