It’s happened again!
Easter week is here, and I’m caught pretty much unprepared!
Every year I tell myself I’m not going to do this, not going to just leave Easter for the last minute. Every year it seems to sneak up on me before I know it!
All of a sudden I’m seeing blog posts about Easter crafts and bunnies and I look up at the calendar and…
Every year Christmas starts early in my house. I love holidays and Christmas gains special honor in my heart because of the whole season of advent. This holiday is about Christ’s birth and it is precious to me!
But Easter? Easter is about Christ’s death, His resurrection, His ultimate sacrifice, the culmination of why He came.
Shouldn’t Easter be even that much more precious?
I grew up in a house that didn’t do much for Easter. We didn’t have Easter Egg hunts, we didn’t have Easter bunnies and baskets. We went to Church like every Sunday, and we remembered it in our hearts I suppose, but we didn’t really make a big deal out of it. At least, not like Christmas or Thanksgiving.
Yet the day was so very dear to my heart, I wanted to make a big deal out of it.
The reasons we didn’t celebrate with all the trappings came from a good heart. So much of the trappings of Easter are rooted in festivals that have nothing to do with Christ. Even the name, Easter, refers, not to Christ, but a fertility goddess. We didn’t have Easter, we had Resurrection Sunday.
Isn’t fertility festivals, at their heart, about new life? And isn’t new life exactly what Christ came to bring?
In an effort to not maximize the “taboo” subjects of the holiday, the day itself became minimized. A day that should be the most precious of all days on our calendar.
And so, every year, it sneaks up on me. I’m unprepared. My heart has not stilled before Him in breathless wonder as it does during Advent. My home is not displaying the joy the day makes me feel. No traditions are in place to pass down the wonder to future generations.
Instilling wonder should not be a last minute affair. It should be one of breathless anticipation of the wonder of Salvation.
Do we truly understand the wonder behind that word? Or is it, too, minimized?
Unrecognized for its glory?
I find myself frustrated as the beauty of Easter Day sneaks up on me unannounced, but there is another day that will sneak up unannounced.
One day, each and every one of us will meet this Christ. One day we will stand before Him. And there is no way in which we can know what day that will be. It will sneak up unannounced in our lives, surprise us with its suddenness.
Will we be prepared?
Do we leave the state of our heart until the last minute? Do we leave the state of our Salvation as an afterthought?
Shouldn’t it be the most important thing in our lives? Not an afterthought but central to everything?
Shouldn’t we always, continually, be caught in the wonder of it?
The wonder that is Easter?
And so, the centrality, the importance, of this holiday comes home to my heart. Because, like Christmas, it is so much more. A day to mark what should always be in my heart, a day to teach what should always be on my lips.
Because one day, one glorious day, I will see His face, and but for His grace, I would be unprepared.