Or . . . Easter is for Losers.
We went to Church this morning.
Like others we thought the day, Good Friday, demanded our attention and our observance. Afterwards we went for coffee at one of our favourite haunts and watched the horde of pleasure boats and people making the most of the sunny first day of the Easter holidays. Couldn’t help wondering what some of those people made of the significance of Easter. I would not presume to guess or to judge. After all, here we were as well, enjoying coffee with the secular throng. Who knows . . . Maybe many of them had also been to church that morning like us, or maybe others had compelling reasons not to be in church, such as memories of abuse or boredom, or maybe some were Muslim, Buddhist, or atheist. Or maybe they thought the Easter message contained nothing of interest to them. Or maybe some did not want to think about churchy things when a four day holiday break was on offer.
We went to church this morning.
We heard and sang once again the story of the crucifixion of Jesus. Emotion surged in us as we faced the counter intuitive magnificence of the story of raw ugly brutal evil being permitted to crush the life from the God/man Jesus. We left the service wiping tears away (my wife openly, me more surreptitiously). Humility takes a front seat for a change, when we are confronted with what Jesus allowed himself to undergo for us. The hymn we sang:
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
called on us to reset our priorities, at least for this morning. Somehow, morning coffee did not seem to be where it was at anymore. It was a time for reflection; a time for honouring the sacrifice of our God. It was a time for the realisation that it is our present sinfulness that was the the raw ugly evil Jesus paid the price for. But for the depths of His love for us, we would have been forever losers, battling impossible odds to beat the brokenness within us.
There’s not a lot of point in my explaining this to you if you don’t already realise it for yourself. If you still believe it’s all about you, nothing I can write here will shake your certainty. After all, Easter is for losers. Winners can get on with their holiday. Chocolate easter eggs and Easter Bunnies will touch their hearts in a way that Jesus’ crucifixion never will.
God bless you this Easter