easter is over (although i still have candy in my cupboards!) but that doesn’t mean we stop celebrating. before i go on let me clarify. i rarely celebrate bunnies, candy, or eggs. in case it was unclear, i mean celebrating Jesus. the cross. the tomb. the resurrection. the power. the hope. you get the idea.
in order to continue the celebration i wanted to get you thinking about the moment of celebration. thanks be to carlos whittaker for the inspiration and original idea.
i was thinking back to my wedding day… yes, I was thinking fondly of the day! and I started to think about what made that day special, what made that day meaningful. obviously, there was the sense of anticipation leading up to the evening ceremony. if you’re married you know the feeling of waiting for your bride to walk down the aisle, waiting for the moment you’ll see her face for the first time that day. as i was looking back in time (all of 4 years. i know, i know) i tried the locate the exact moment of celebration.
standing there in front of all our guests by myself- not really worth celebrating. waiting for everyone to find their seats- not really worth celebrating. the pile of gifts coming in- not really worth celebrating (well, kind of worth celebrating). watching all the groomsmen and bridesmaids walk down the aisle- not really worth celebrating.
the moment worth celebrating?
the very second that I saw kate’s face. that was the moment I celebrated. and i’m still celebrating to this day.
as you let that mushy story swallow you whole let’s turn our focus to the resurrection of Jesus.
let me set the stage for the first easter morning (from John 20)… mary magdalene finds the tomb empty. she is distraught so she runs to tell the disciples that the body of Jesus is missing. peter and john run to the tomb and find out she is not a liar. then the men go home. mary, still grieving (not just from the missing body but from seeing Jesus brutally put to death 3 days prior), is crying at the entrance of the empty tomb. as she’s crying two angels appear and tell her to chill out (my interpretation).
she turns to leave and sees someone (Jesus, duh!) standing there but doesn’t recognize Him. finally, Jesus (who she thinks is the gardener) says “mary!” He calls her name. she turns and cries out, “Rabboni (which means “Teacher”)!”
imagine the joy that must have flooded her confused and crushed heart at that moment. she did not celebrate the cross (because that broke her heart) or the empty tomb (because that left her baffled). she celebrated the moment that she saw the face of Jesus.
i’d say Jesus is pursuing us in much the same way. He’s saying our name and waiting for us to recognize Him. waiting for us to recognize Him in the middle of our addiction or apathy or renewed purpose or whatever situation we’re walking through at the moment.
but if you’re not celebrating… i’d challenge you (and myself!) to begin locating the presence of Jesus in your life.
because for every friday that is filled with death and heartache and challenge there is a sunday filled with rebirth and hope and redemption.
here’s to the continuing celebration! tell me, what are you celebrating?