What’s difficult for me to express, often times, is my sincere pain around this day. Easter Sunday is great, don’t get me wrong. I love it. But I am pained in a couple of different ways.
The first way I am pained is by the reality that people don’t understand the magnitude of the event we celebrate almost 2000 years later that happened on Easter Sunday. We’ve cheapened it with monetizing a Hallmark holiday and saying things like the Easter bunny (Hugh Jackman at his best) hides these little eggs for everyone to find and that’s the fist of it. Although, as a side note, I find it poetically ironic that the competing symbolism for Easter Sunday is something lost being found, which correlates with what Christianity believes about unbelievers becoming believers of Jesus’ resurrection; but I digress.
I’m pained because there are times that I do not let the magnitude of what happened almost 2000 years ago impact my thoughts as deeply as it should. And I’m certain others are guilty of the same.
I’ve seen such strong evidence to support the death and resurrection of Jesus. Some are simple logical thought paradigms, and yet others are more faithful in nature, but it pains me that many do not know what happened. They simply don’t know. And they don’t bother to know. Yet there are some who would need to see it, and even then they may not believe it. But “blessed are those who do not see, and yet believe” (John 20 I think).
So this Easter, I’ve been praying that people would see and know the life changing event that happened almost 2000 years ago.
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