When I was young, Easter was a big deal. We would put on our Sunday best, then speed off to church. Even though I didn’t understand Easter’s true importance, I sensed this was a special day. And, that it had something to do with Jesus rising from the dead.
Afterwards, we would head over to my grandparents’ and gorge on candy until we were as plump as the Peeps we ate. Sadly, looking back church and the resurrection seemed like barely-legible footnotes to the bigger blessings of family, food, and sugar.
Yet even as a pastor who’s explored the resurrection with real depth, I often live like my younger self. Like Easter is boring and dull. I ‘know’ that the resurrection changes everything, but sometimes wonder how much it’s changed me. Or, how much it really shapes the way I approach the moment in front of me.
Maybe you can identify.