What were the disciples thinking? After all they’d seen Jesus do, after all His miracles, after all His teaching, did they still not get it? He’d spoken openly to them about His death and resurrection, so why were they surprised when His body wasn’t in the tomb? They should have been waiting in anticipation at the tomb on Sunday morning, not locked away in hiding. In fact, the ones who remembered Jesus’ promise of resurrection were His enemies—the chief priests and Pharisees. They went to Pilate and told him that Jesus had foretold His resurrection. Their motives were completely wrong, mind you. They pleaded with Pilate to post a guard so no one could come steal the body. But the fact remains that they, rather than the disciples, were the ones who remembered Jesus’ promise. In that sense, the unbelievers put the believers to shame. Yet now Jesus had risen, and that changed everything.
It’s been a busy weekend, hasn’t it? Oh, to be sure, a joyful one, but still busy nonetheless. Easter is my favorite holiday by far, with its beautiful message of new life and resurrection. But rather than expound upon the subject, for this post I’m going to do something different. I’ll let my sixth grader serenade you with the hymn he played on his trumpet for church on Easter. Sing along with the words in your head as you listen, and remember that Jesus is risen! He is risen indeed! Alleluia!
Jesus Christ is ris’n today, Alleluia!
Our triumphant holy day, Alleluia!
Who did once upon the cross, Alleluia!
Suffer to redeem our loss. Alleluia!
(Lutheran Service Book, 457)
It’s been a long, hard winter. Most of us in North America experienced a harsher winter than usual, thanks to Arctic blasts that kept temperatures well below normal and gifted us with more snow and ice than we’ve had in some years. Schools had many cancellations and delays, forcing make up days that will extend well into June. But even though the winter came at us hard, and we thought it may never end, spring is on its way. Yellow daffodils and purple hyacinths are out in full bloom. Our resident robin who built her nest on our drainpipe just hatched her four eggs. The grass is green instead of brown. The snowy days have given way to rainy ones. Our forsythia bush is starting to get yellow flowers on the end of the branches. Even our magnolia tree is just starting to bud, and I counted a dozen buds on it just today. There’s no mistaking it. The signs of spring are in the air. Spring is finally coming.
But not all of us are experiencing spring. Some of us have been stuck in a figurative season of winter so long we no longer remember what spring feels like. I’m there. I’ve been there for a long time. It’s been a long, hard winter, and here’s the thing. I don’t know if spring will ever come. Continue reading “Signs of Spring”
Years ago my husband and I took a vacation to Florida. One morning as we were on our way to breakfast we got stopped by this guy who offered us a free breakfast and a gift card for listening to a short presentation. Being still rather naive, we agreed, only to find out it was a sales pitch for a time share. And despite what the first guy had said, this was certainly not a “short” presentation. We were in no position whatsoever to be investing in a time share at that point in our lives, but the salesman kept reiterating one point throughout his speech. He said it so often we still use it as an inside joke. This was his trump card; his best argument. With a time share, he pointed out, you get a deed. When you stay in a hotel, “All you get is a receipt.”