It’s Easter morning, and the four people who make up the Coats family have sufficiently donned themselves in their fancy, pastel duds. With hair slicked and Bibles in arm, we pile into the car, and as usual … I am cold. And as usual … everyone else is toasty warm. So I snuggle into the sunlight streaming through the window, and the Heavenly heat reminds me of the nineteenth Psalm …
The heavens declare the glory of God …
The glory has risen each and every morning of my entire life and I can hear you now, saying … thank you, Captain Obvious. But my point is that when I see my twiddling thumbs in the sunlight, I realize boredom with the every day rising of the sun has crept into the heart.
Minutes later, we gather with fellow believers, and in unison, boast of another risen Son. In songs and hymns and spiritual songs, we lift His name on high, mesmerized by the truth that because our Redeemer lives – we live. That just as He rose and ascended into Heaven – so shall we rise and ascend into Heaven at the calling of our name.
We are not bored with this Son. We are enraptured, because it’s all so awesome and because it’s all so … Him and this grand Easter finale makes
the heart want to explode with thankfulness to Jesus who conquered His death and your death and my death.
I don’t want the joy to end, and as the service comes to a close, I wish for the words To Be Continued to scroll across the power point screen.
But though the words never come, the truth is … the joyful celebration doesn’t have to end.
Oh, I know Easter is the one day we’ve set aside to be single focused on Christ’s death, burial, and resurrection and I know it would run our talented musicians and singers into the mud if we expected a weekly hoopla. But I’m not speaking of an all-out production – not literally. I’m speaking of an every day celebration of the heart.
In an egg shell … what is Easter?
If you replied Easter is the Gospel, pat your back and have a Peep. You’re right. Easter is the Gospel. And everyone who attends my church knows that they are “required” to preach the Gospel to yourself every day. Preferably before the rising of the sun – somewhere in between wiping the sleep from the eyes and tip-toeing across the carpet.
But how do we preach the Easter Gospel to ourselves every day?
There’s a little creed we very often recite during the Sunday morning service. It’s called the Apostles’ Creed, and it goes like so:
I believe in God, the Father Almighty,
the Maker of heaven and earth,
and in Jesus Christ, His only Son, our Lord:
Who was conceived by the Holy Ghost,
born of the virgin Mary,
suffered under Pontius Pilate,
was crucified, dead, and buried;
He descended into hell.
The third day He arose again from the dead;
He ascended into heaven,
and sitteth on the right hand of God the Father Almighty;
from thence he shall come to judge the quick and the dead.
I believe in the Holy Ghost;
the holy catholic church;
the communion of saints;
the forgiveness of sins;
the resurrection of the body;
and the life everlasting.
Of course, a mere recitation of the Gospel will never prevent the celebration from ceasing. But believing a recitation of the Gospel will. And you’ll notice the Apostles’ Creed is packed full of Easter Gospel facts … preceded by two little words:
So may you continually believe the Easter Gospel and may I continually believe the Easter Gospel – and may we continually keep this party rollin’.
And all God’s people said?