Holy Week: Easter Sunday

Easter Sunday.

He is risen! He is risen, indeed!

Christ’s resurrection is the great victory and pivotal moment around which all reality orbits. And yet, this Easter is tinged with grief for me [originally written in 2020].

If I’m honest, I’m grieved to not be worshiping in person with my church family. I’m grieved by the cycling loop of insecurity involved in live-streaming and recording services. I’m grieved because I see my sin and weakness as a husband and father more starkly in a quarantined life. I feel weak, emotionally strained, and insufficient.

The thing is — I think that’s exactly where Jesus wants me to be this Easter. Dependent. Needy. Hungry for Him. Anticipating a hope bigger than this world.

I’m trying to lean into this today and pray for His grace to do so. For Easter is a day of celebration, a day of joy, a day of feasting, a day of anticipation, and a day of hope. Though grief hovers under the surface in my heart today, I will sing. I will rejoice in my Risen Savior. I will cry out in my need and find the great answer in Jesus Christ who has satisfied every need in His life, death, and resurrection. He reigns now as King and has promised to return for me — and I trust Him.

The first thing I heard this morning when I walked outside was the birds singing. I guess I should join them.

Happy Easter, my friends!

“For you have need of endurance, so that when you have done the will of God you may receive what is promised. For, ‘Yet a little while, and the coming one will come and will not delay; but my righteous one shall live by faith, and if he shrinks back, my soul has no pleasure in him.’ But we are not of those who shrink back and are destroyed, but of those who have faith and preserve their souls.”

Hebrews 10:36-39