Easter is my second favorite day of the year (second only to Christmas, don’t judge). It’s a beautiful day. My 2016 Easter went something like this.
I woke up happy, before coffee- this is a new experience for me. I posted my Easter quote on Facebook. I fixed a great breakfast. I dressed, donned my Easter tie, making sure the windsor was perfect for Easter pictures to come. I left for church, slightly agitated that I couldn’t find my good watch, it obviously looks the classiest with my Easter outfit.
Then I sat in the service, waiting for my favorite songs, observing everyone’s Easter outfit, noticing friends that had done their hair, they never do their hair. Then I realized; I wasn’t there to look pretty.
Don’t worry. This isn’t a diatribe against Easter outfits or commercializing Christian holidays. It’s a confession that I bought what my heart sells me, that days about Jesus, are actually days about me.
I took the most significant, unimaginable, and glorious moment in human history, and reduced it to a silver watch and cufflinks. I spent a morning considering how I pretty I was for church, rather than worshipping the splendor of the inconceivable reality that Jesus lives.
I failed to consider the inexplicable implications of Jesus’ suffering. The Son of God, who formed the body joint by joint and arranged our bone structure, felt His own be torn from place. God the Son, who wrote the chemical formula for Iron, felt it pierce His wrists. God the Son, who originated and sustains every form of energy in the created world and universe, was too weak to carry a cross. The Lamb of God felt sharpened sheep bone woven into leather strands slash flesh from His divine body. God the Son, who’s blood sprinkles us clean, fell lifeless, spattering warm-blood on the onlookers. And God the Son, equal with His Father in perfect nature, was rejected by God the Father. For those moments on the cross, those forever-changing, terribly glorious moments, God was not even there for His Son. Jesus was the only human to ever exist, who was truly, utterly, alone. And suddenly, God rents the Temple veil, that once meant “sinner stay away and be safe” now bids “sinner enter and be safe.” In those moments, God turned His back on His Son, and He turned His face to all who believe. A cry broke the sky, “It is finished!”
And redemption was done.
For by one man’s act of disobedience, the entire world was made sinful, but by the righteousness of one, so many will be made righteous.
These are the truths I should’ve considered. These are the truths that we must consider. I am resurrected to life, so I must die daily to self. Easter means life- life in Jesus, life because of Jesus, life for Jesus.