Every Easter parents hide brightly colored eggs for their children to find. The Jewish people present them on their Seder plate for Passover the week preceding Easter. Cultures all over the world use eggs to represent new life.
The Saturday between Good Friday and Easter, Christians are set squarely in between the day Jesus died on the cross, and the morning when millions believe he walked out of an empty grave. Having rolled away a stone that took many men to erect, women in mourning were presented with their slain teacher; his image blurred by the tears in their eyes and the grief in their hearts.
Today, we are again hovering – in indecision, perhaps sadness, in a state of uncertainty. For my entire adult life this day has been one of preparation. Dividing candy, filling baskets, setting out spring outfits, and dinner preparations in anticipation of the friends and family who would be joining us for a feast after church the next day.
Not this year, however.
The followers of Jesus felt let down. Confused. Devastated by the loss of their teacher, and the man they believed would set them free in this life, would become King on the throne of their nation. Saturday brought with it more questions and doubt than they could possibly even begin to process. Similarly, many facing uncertainty and fear, unbelief and maybe even a shaking of their faith, wait for tomorrow, completely unaware of what tomorrow looks like.
What, my friend, is in your basket?
Am I still anticipating tomorrow? Still looking forward to the promise of a risen Savior? What will be in my basket this year? Eggs and outfits and fancy napkins … or joy, hope, grace and mercy, a prepared heart ….?
What do I truly believe about Easter?
About its power and potential? Is it true He is alive? Could it be that He died with me on His mind? Is there honestly life after death? Does a life with Christ really mean I can find healing, health, hope, and fullness in THIS life?
Let today be a day of reconciliation, open to moments of clarity. Do not lament what is seemingly lost, or saddened by distance between loved ones, but embrace the truth of our spiritual connection to one another.
And with Him.