What Does Easter Mean To Me and What Does Mine Look Like?
Easter to me is the most important day of the year. For a Christian today is the day Christ rose from the grave. Christ was killed a perfect sacrifice to take away the Sins of the world.
Luke 23:44-47 “44 It was now about noon, and darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon, 45 for the sun stopped shining. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two. 46 Jesus called out with a loud voice, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.” When he had said this, he breathed his last. 47 The centurion, seeing what had happened, praised God and said, “Surely this was a righteous man.”
Three days later John 20:7 “And the napkin, that was about his head, not lying with the linen clothes, but wrapped together in a place by itself.” Before Christ died he screamed the word ‘tetelestai’ which in Hebrew means paid in full, which was his sacrifice for the Sins of all man Kind. So the napkin being folded in Hebrew tradition of the day meant the master was coming back, and the servant shouldn’t touch the table. Jesus folded the cloth to represent he was coming back that he wasn’t finished yet. The earthly life of Jesus had ended. The turn of the page in the life of Jesus was just beginning. Jesus returned no longer a man that we knew it, but more, the savior of our sins, the giver of eternal life.
We live free from eternal damnation; we live life to live in Heaven for ever. Easter is a day to remember how imperfect we are, but how the perfect plan works to save us from ourselves. The truth of it was we didn’t deserve that sacrifice, we didn’t and don’t deserve the everlasting life that has been gifted to us.
Today as my phone died last night due to a broken charging cable, I missed sunrise service, missed breakfast and Sunday school, and missed the Easter cantata. Thankfully my church has a live stream for me to enjoy from the Internet. The weather outside is a very beautiful sunny 80* with a low humidity, a perfect sunny Easter day. We often give thanks for the big stuff in our lives, but what about the small stuff? How often do we forget to thank God for our weather, our homes, the breath we can take, the country we live in. As for me I have lived and seen places where Air Condition is a luxury, solid floors didn’t exist, instead were dirt. I’ve lived in places where the walls where that of tin and not wood or dry walled with insulation between them. How lucky are we to have and live in a place with so many wonderful things that because we see them every day we don’t see them as gifts anymore. Everything we have is a gift from God.
The world is a dangerous place, and we never get through without pain and suffering. We experience loss and heartbreak so we know what we have when we have it. We cannot improve unless we loose. We cannot be grateful for what we have unless we know what it’s like without it. So as we look to the East at today’s beautiful Sunrise, remember that on this day the Son Did Rise.