An Easter Reflection: They had a choice

The sun is beginning it’s stretch into the sky.  Two women gather at the door while waiting for one inside.  They are ready to go.  Eager to begin the most dreaded task.  Eager to finish so they can try to move on.  She leaves her home, gently shutting the door behind her so as not to disturb those who may still be asleep.  It’s time.  They begin their journey.

They walk arms tucked in close to their bodies.  Baskets hanging from their arms bounce against their hips as they try to stay warm, try to stay unnoticed.  They walk together towards a tomb. Stories pass among them of better days.  Laughter slips out uncomfortably and they look to each other for acceptance and peace.  Their grief echoes with each step.  This is a terrible journey.

Their conversation shifts and one woman raises the question they were all thinking.  “Who will roll the stone away?”  The stone that is far too heavy for them.  Who will move it? They keep going, determined to succeed.  Regardless of the obstacle that lies ahead they know what they have to do.  They must give their teacher a small portion of what he gave them.  They must show him love in this final task.

As they arrive at the tomb their worries shift.  The stone is no longer an issue.  They are now faced with something much worse.  Their friend’s grave has been tampered with.   The three of them look at one another.  Lines on their forehead begin to collect sweat as they panic.  What will they do?  What if the thieves are still in there?

Bravely, together they burst forth into the tomb.  Almost as if to surprise who is there.  They don’t surprise him, he surprises them.  He sits as if waiting for them.  Dressed all in white, calm and collected.  The women alarmed hold each other for support.

He is waiting for them.  They wonder why?  What’s going to happen now? Where is his body?  What has this man done?

He tells them not to worry.  He tells them of a miracle that’s happened.  That Jesus is up, he’s alive.  He tells them to go tell the others.   He expects them to do it right away.  Backing out of the tomb.  The women turn and flee.  Uncertain of what to do.  They tell no one. Their instructions were to share.  We’re told they said nothing.

They said nothing…yet.

We know the end of the story.  We know they shared with others.
We’re gathered all over the world today celebrating this moment because they told shared the message and it has now been shared with us.

They had a choice.
They could choose belief or disbelief.
They could choose to keep this good news or to share it.

Today because of their choice we gather and celebrate.
Today because of their choice we know Jesus and his love.
Today because of their choice the world is changed.  Hope is reborn.  Life is new.

He is risen.
He is risen indeed!

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This is based on the Easter Story found in the Gospel of Mark.  If you’d like to read more click here.

New Church Anxiety

Apparently I have New Church Anxiety.  It’s a new disorder that I’ve diagnosed myself with.  I’m sure I’m not the only one with it so I think the name might catch on.  Tomorrow I’m going to a new church to conduct worship there for the first time.  I’ve been fretting over details all week, trying to make everything perfect and orderly so that when I go in it runs smoothly and everyone has a great Easter experience.  I thought I had things under control.  I went to bed with the sermon done, the order ready to print and the thought that I should iron my gown before service on Sunday.  Sounds like I’m on top of things right?

I think my big mistake was thinking about my gown before going to bed.  I’m not overly comfortable in my gown.  It’s a long story but suffice it to say I very rarely wear it.  We’re talking 3-4 times/year at most.  I’m wearing it tomorrow because there is an Elder’s Ordination in the service and I think it would probably be nice if I dressed for the occasion.

So last night after thinking about my gown I had this dream that I was standing in front of the congregation about to commence with the Great Prayer of Thanksgiving when my gown fell off and I was standing there scrambling trying to put it back on to cover up the Hello Kitty T-Shirt I was wearing.  I don’t actually own a Hello Kitty tee and if I did I would absolutely not wear it to church.  The only day of the week I really get to look nice is Sunday so I dress up a little.

This dream freaked me out and I spent a good hour editing my finished sermon and making sure my service was 100% ready to go.  I think I’m ready now but likely I’ll look at it again later.  Now I’m off to make dinner before I attempt to make dessert for tomorrow.

Since I’ve become a minister I’ve tried to embrace the chaos that surrounds major holidays.  I’m obviously not there yet but I do welcome the day when I’m consistently with the same crew so we can journey through a season together and I have more control over what things are happening.  Apparently I’m a control freak.  Who knew?  I guess this is something I should work on…

Easter is hard.

Easter is hard. Jesus starts the week triumphant, riding on a donkey. He ends it on a cross.  In between there is pain. There is agony. There are questions.  Then comes death.  Emotions run high.  Despair and emptiness are almost felt in the air.  That emptiness lingered when he was gone. Amplified by his absence.

Swirling in the disciples minds are thoughts of anguish and despair.
Ashamed at their actions, horrified by their decisions, they hide and mourn. Then something changed. The world was somehow different. The rock is rolled away. The tomb is vacated. Before the women arrive, hope returns but no one knows it yet.  When the women arrive, hope starts to spread.  Life springs forth. Everything is new once more.

Easter is hard. We want to skip over the bad parts, to travel right from the triumphant entry into the empty tomb.  We want to travel from hope into hope.

Given the choice, we would gloss over the real parts, we would ignore the ugliness of humanity.  These parts of the story resonate too deeply in our souls.  But if we allow ourselves to live the story, to go from start to finish we find something incredible.  In despair we see God. In ugliness we find beauty. In darkness we find light.  In shame we find forgiveness.  Through it all, we see Jesus.

We see Jesus.
The one who brings hope. The one who is light. The one who is.

When we enter the story we see Jesus.  That’s what’s truly hard.  Seeing Jesus forces us to confront his place in our lives. Seeing Jesus forces us to let him in. When we let Jesus in our lives change.  Easter changes us and change can be scary.

Don’t be afraid to let Jesus in this week. Easter may be hard, but nothing great ever came easily.  Just ask Jesus…

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