Last Sunday was one of my favorite Easters ever.
It felt like deep down joy took a seat and stayed.
So much was different.
Since I haven’t been to the grocery store in over a month, no Easter Lily perfumed the air.
Nor did I put on a new outfit or sport a fresh haircut for Easter.
No grandchildren hunted Easter eggs, though in early March I bought chocolate peanut butter eggs for the Grands. I consider it one of the hidden perks of social distancing that they’re in Ipswich and the eggs are here. I love a good egg.
Because they closed churches, we, like many, connected through zoom.
To keep our distance meant eat alone or zoom together, which our family did table to table and coast to coast.
Sometimes I sense a holy hush, pockets of peace in this place, in me.
Remember the story of the first Easter, recorded in the Gospel of John? “Early Sunday morning, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and found that the stone had been rolled away from the entrance.”(John 20:1, NLT)
That first Easter and our traditional Easter Sunday’s come and gone but for many places around the world, it’s still dark. Today women, men and children weep because of someone who’s died during this pandemic and they’re not sure where they’ve been put. Jesus, the Man of Sorrows weeps with you.
This living Jesus, comes into our darkness, like He did for Mary. It’s a mystery but I’m one of those who thinks too -good -to- be -true is True, when it comes to the resurrection. This resurrected Christ still surprises people by showing up in unexpected places.
Jesus may come wearing a mask so no one dies alone. He rides in ambulances, stands in unemployment lines, teaches children, packs food for the hungry. Jesus walks hospital corridors, sits by bedsides in nursing homes, researches with scientists, stacks shelves. And sometimes He’s even mistaken for a custodian, trash collector or homeless person.
So maybe this is the biggest reason why I loved this Easter so much. Jesus kept showing up in so many disguises, easier to see without all the usual store-bought trimmings, trappings and stressed-out schedules.
This was Pure, organic Easter, no harmful additives.
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