"2 They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, 3 but when they went in, they didn’t find the body of the Lord Jesus. 4 They didn’t know what to make of this." Luke 24:2-3
We celebrated Easter with singing and shouting about our risen Lord, but like the women and the early disciples we struggle with what to make of new life on an ordinary day. We sing hope, yet look live in fear. The disciples saw the empty tomb and were amazed, but didn't believe until later. We celebrate promise and live limits. What I'm getting at is that certainty is the opposite of faith. We celebrate a gift, a path, a direction, a love, an experience. We celebrate a mystery that is barely expressed in any one account, or accounted for in any one expression. We celebrate a faith that includes both doubt and confidence.
Don't despair. Do what those first followers did, ask fierce questions: Who took Jesus? How can I believe unless you show me? How could we possibly feed this crowd? Put those question alongside the celebrations, the stories, the testimonies, and the truths, then take a step. Take a step in any direction, but take a step. That's a step of faith. Yes it is, because it's mixed with all that other stuff, God stuff, life stuff, YOU stuff!
OK, I may not have the whole thing down in a perfect formula. There's probably a flaw in my argument somewhere, there usually is. But I'm taking a step into a conversation with you. I'm leaning into my experience of new life this Easter, of Jesus, of Love and tip-toeing forward.
How about you? Yep, I sang "Christ is risen..." and I shouted "He is risen indeed!" I also did all of that with questions, hurts, hopes, opportunities, struggles and so much more swirling in my life. It's usually a bit of a jumble.
Yet, it's my jumble, my story and because of Easter (at least as a key in a bigger story/truth/promise) my hope. So, I'm singing, hunting eggs, chowing down with family, and telling my story. Not because I've got it all together, but because something bigger's got me. The words I have for that are Jesus, Love, God, and Easter. My experience of God is a Love that won't let me go, a dependable Love.
Now, I'd love to hear your celebrations and laments. I want to hear your story, struggle, hope, and the words you have for them. You see, Easter means to me, that there's room for all us to look at the situation and not know what to make of it right now. Let's have a meal and talk it over. I'm confident there's more possibility to be found.
That's why I celebrate Easter. Why I say "Christ is risen." And why I'm still wrapping my mind, heart and life around all that means. Happy Easter. Christ is Risen Indeed!
10,000 Joys in the Love of Jesus Christ, Pastor Dave