Easter Hunt
My dining room table is still clothed in its Easter finery and centered with a clear glass bucket full of bright plastic eggs loaded with fruit-flavored jelly beans or Dove caramel-filled dark chocolates. As I collect the strays that escaped the basket-bearing hunters, I find myself wondering whether I have missed Easter …or at least missed the point.
We spend weeks “preparing” through Lent, and then in one day, it’s over. Or so it seems. Does it really matter that Jesus Christ died and rose from the dead on the third day?
I mean, does it matter to me?
This year, as I watched once again The Passion of the Christ, I realized I am always rooting to have Jesus spared, Barabbas get it and Jesus go home to His mom to have his wounds dressed and be around folks who loved Him…. The problem with that scenario is that He did not come to be the hero everyone admired; He came to fulfill the plan drawn before the world was made.
I love Him for that!
He was not willing to settle in order to have His suffering reduced or shortened. His eyes were fixed on His goal: to make peace between the rebel-world and the Heavenly Father through His own bodily sacrifice, and by that, to woo and win a bride for Himself. Because of His commitment to the Father’s costly plan, we have the possibility of not only coming close to God, but also having Him make His home in us… Alive!
The days between Resurrection Day and Pentecost are called by some: Emmaus time, a reference to the two disciples on the road out of Jerusalem who were joined by a stranger who turned out to be the risen Jesus! Though they had heard the reports that Jesus was alive, they didn’t expect Him. And didn’t know to look for Him.
I am looking and listening for Him. He is alive and waiting to talk with me.
Looking for Jesus every day in the everyday!
Christi
P.S. Happy hunting! Let me know where you spot Him!
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