Easter morning and I am feeling delicate. I am watching the “Hallelujahs”, “He is risens!” and “The tomb is empty!” scroll down my facebook page. I am feeling like a party crasher on Jesus’ big day. I feel like the Grinch who stole Easter.
I am aware of a truth that I must share with you.
I have suffered greatly
. I am healing. I am hoping that my resurrection will be met with the same celebration in the house of God.
The beauty from all of these ashes laying on the ground is taken from the empty tomb. The story points to the end of suffering and that their will be a resurrection for all. We cannot (me mostly) sit on the floor begging at the door for our resurrection if we are not willing to celebrate the fact that it is coming; that there is a hope promised in our salvation.
I think we are all living in our own tomb
. The trappings are different but there is nothing new under the sun. We have all had our moments when we asked audibly, “Father why have you forsaken me?”
Eventually, our stones will be rolled away too.
Celebration will not come easily for me today. I would much rather mourn. In the back of my closet, behind the boxes of shoes, is a trunk of sack cloth and ashes. I pull it out on my bad days but just like the resurrection story, He mourns with me. So today, I celebrate with Him. I will entrust myself to He who judges justly because in Him we will all be healed.
When they hurled their insults at him, he did not retaliate; when he suffered, he made no threats. Instead, he entrusted himself to him who judges justly. “He himself bore our sins” in his body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; “by his wounds you have been healed.” For “you were like sheep going astray,” but now you have returned to the Shepherd and Overseer of your souls.
I Peter 2:23-25