Tomorrow is Easter, and I am trying to figure out how to celebrate it.
Honestly, I thought I could let is slip by mostly ignored, but I can't.
It's not the children or the need to do the traditional Easter basket. It's...trying to grasp it...Easter that is.
Oh, I know. Easter is the celebration of Christ rising from the dead after being crucified and lying in a tomb three days. Pretty crazy and far fetched. I mean, really. A man is nailed to a cross, left there until he dies, is buried and sealed in a tomb, and just comes back to life three days later. Pretty fantastical, if you ask me.
And if you ask me, I'll tell you I believe every word of it. I believe the same God who created life from an empty void can create life in an empty body. I believe tombs are not defined by their looks but by the lack of life, and I believe God has no problem speaking into tombs...even the tomb where I feel like most of my life got buried in the last year...and creating life.
Not just any life, but life we've never seen before, could never imagine, was too amazing to hope for.
As I look to tomorrow and wait for Easter, I am standing outside a tomb, disillusioned by what is inside, but still wondering what amazing thing that seems too great to hope for is being created by a God who has power to speak life where death seems to reign.
Yep, and fantastical is exactly what I am hoping for.