Things are changing. I don’t mean just natural things, like the winter finally settling into the warmth of spring, or the amount of homework as students barrel on towards finals. I mean everything.
My mind and heart are growing in ways they never have before, and after talking with my mother today about how old holiday traditions are fading out back home, how perspectives on values once held solid are now shifting, and how priorities are being placed somewhere else, somewhere more important in respect to the oncoming phases of life…I’m realizing, once again, that I’m growing up, that some things are being left behind and new things, wonderful things, terrifying things, are springing up in their place and rooting themselves in a permanent fashion.
And every morning I have to remind myself that God knew this would happen before I was even born, even expected, even considered, and that all of it is His way of preparing me for something magnificent, and that He’s bringing me through something magnificent already, as I write.
Tomorrow, here in America we’ll celebrate Easter, Resurrection Day, to take the opportunity to stand in awe of what Christ did on the cross, and how He defeated death three days later.
Last year I wondered and have been wondering since how life should change for the Christian if Christ really died and then really came back to life. And with this reach for understanding of the magnitude of what that means, of how that should shift and mold and change the hearts and lives of His people, I wonder what Easter would be like if everything extra was taken away. What if there were no new Easter clothes? What if the weather were awful? What if every church building crashed to the ground over night and every church-goer woke up to no physical place to go to? What if things were broken? What if technology didn’t work? What if there were no Easter Sunday dinner? Would the message of Christ’s coming back really be enough? Would it be enough to know that Christ is risen?
And then, does this message of Christ’s resurrection affect how the Christian lives every other day of the year? Much like Christmas, it’s easy to be reminded of Christ’s coming to earth and take that opportunity to remember, but to forget the rest of the year. The more I think about it, the more I understand that this holiday is indeed a great opportunity to be reminded of why Christ is so different. Everyone else died and stayed dead, but not Him. It would be easier if He’d just been a prophet, and no fuss would’ve been made, no truth revealed or hope fulfilled if He’d just remained in the tomb. But He didn’t. He came out, alive, perfect, victorious, and enough.
So what does that mean? What does that mean in the everyday things? What does that mean in the quotidian practices of humanity? What does that mean in the great moments, and in the moments of devastation? Let not this day and this day only be the reminder of Christ’s resurrection, but let every day be a breath that God has given, and let every day be a battle fought in the victory of Christ with the Sword of the Spirit, and let every day come not as an “every day”, but as a “this day”. This day is changed because of what Christ has done, and therefore all of the days after this day will be changed forever.
“But on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they went to the tomb, taking the spices they had prepared. And they found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they went in they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. While they were perplexed about this, behold, two men stood by them in dazzling apparel. And as they were frightened and bowed their faces to the ground, the men said to them, ‘Why do you seek the living among the dead? He is not here, but has risen.'” —Luke 24:1-7