Thoughts on Easter

I’m a little leery of writing publicly around this time of year. Some of my worst childhood memories took place the night before Easter and in my struggles with the past, I don’t want to slip and accidentally convey any sort of negativity or (God forbid) heresy when speaking about something as precious as the celebration of Christ’s resurrection.

So I stay quiet. Except obviously I don’t since I’m here “talking” and you’re here listening.

What takes place is comparable to doing laundry with a toddler, which typically looks like this: I work for quite some time folding discombobulated articles of clothing into neat, perfectamundo piles, and then little hands get thrown into the process and in seconds, said piles are back to being discombobulated. Likewise, throughout the year, I work hard at being spiritually neat and tidy and then POOF! Peeps, everywhere. The Cadbury bunny laying chocolate eggs on TV. Warm weather. Easter songs playing on the radio. All of these things get thrown into my daily life, my attention gets diverted to long ago, and every. single. year, I wind up discombobulated. First in my emotions, then my thoughts, and if I’m not careful, my actions.

So – focus with me for a minute. Maybe you have painful memories, too. Maybe they don’t center around the night before Resurrection Sunday, but alas, bad memories linger from another time frame, and you know what it is to have to fight at staying level headed.

Congratulations. You’re normal. But what’s the solution?

Well, this year, I am finding it helpful to make a conscious decision to hop off the emotional merry-go-round and focus on why. Not on the whys of my past, but the why of His past. And the way I do that is to challenge myself regularly to think carefully about why did Christ died.

In my normal Bible reading, I recently came across 2 Corinthians 5:15. It says, “And He died for all, that those who live should live no longer for themselves, but for Him who died for them, and rose again.”
There are other reasons He died, of course. But the reason Paul mentions in verse 15 helps me in my pre-Easter tendency to be tossed into an emotional tizzy. It prompts me to get on with life ~ to not focus on my past, but instead focus on the fact that because He lives, I can do an about face and face yesterday, today, tomorrow, and every pre-Easter until I die. I don’t have to wallow in the past like a pig wallows in mud and slop. Nor do I have to let the past actions of others drag me down and cause me to sink into an unforgiving spirit, because that wouldn’t be “living for Him who died for me and rose again.”

Am I successful? Many times, yes. Do I sometimes take a Peep by the neck and squish it’s squishiness between my fingers because it’s the only thing I can legally attempt to murder? Eeeehhhh … maybe. When I’m having a slight setback. But my goal is to let the emotional upset prompt me to look at my Savior’s past instead of my own.

Christ didn’t die so I could live in spiritual and emotional misery. He died to make me more than a conqueror. That’s not to say my laundry piles will always be neat and tidy or that nobody will ever hurt me again. Life just isn’t perfect like that. But it does mean that by His grace, I can respond to any discombobulated or painful circumstance with a godly frame of mind and heart.

Why? Because He lives!

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