Why Easter matters
Just having a little ponder about Easter today.
Was disappointed yesterday when I realised that my 6 year old wasn't all that clear on the finer points of Easter.
We're going to use the Resurrection Eggs (see the image) tonight and go through the Easter story. It's sad that my kids haven't been kind of hammered with Easter in Sunday School and Scripture.
I feel strongly about this one because Easter is the main game for me as a Christian. It's the weekend where I am reminded of all that I believe.
I do feel that we talk more about Jesus dying for us than we do about the resurrection. But for me, if I'm going to invest a huge part of my thinking and time and money into something, I'd like to be trusting in a God who is alive.
I grew up in a country where people worshipped statues and I could never understand how putting your trust in a dead rock that another person made would give purpose and comfort. However, here in the West, as far as I can see, we've just replaced that dead rock with houses and mortgages and careers and education and brilliant children to provide purpose and comfort.
Jesus' resurrection shows he is powerful and bigger than me. And bigger than me and the death I am inevitably facing. It gives me hope. And gives me hope for my Christian sister who is today dying after suffering with pancreatic cancer for the past three and a half years.
So this Easter I'm remembering the hope that Jesus' resurrection gives of a life after death. A life without pain or suffering. A life that is the way it's meant to be. Not this broken existence that we live in now.