Without apology, one of my favorite weekends of the year is Easter weekend. The beauty of spring after a harsh winter certainly helps, but it’s not the weather that endears me to this time of year. It’s that Easter is the celebration of the resurrection of Christ, a reminder that no matter how hopeless circumstances seem to be and how helpless we may feel to deal with the pressures of our life, Christ has already overcome the WORST thing that can happen to us, which is our actual death. My sins are the ultimate cause of my death, but those are forgiven by the sacrifice of Jesus Christ on the cross. Sometimes we complain that we didn’t get some benefit we feel we deserve. I’m reminded that I didn’t get the consequence I deserve for my sins. If Jesus can separate me from my sins and the eternal consequences by giving me everlasting life, then nothing else in this life is really that big a deal.
If you are facing a disease or a health crisis, it can be overwhelming and discouraging. If your finances are stressing you out because you simply don’t have the resources to meet your absolute needs, it can be frightening. Broken relationships with family or friends can leave you overwhelmed with loneliness and a feeling of isolation.
But Easter is the heavenly reminder that an earthly problem is never final.
I’d be dishonest if I didn’t say I truly am concerned about the direction of our nation. I fear that we are spiraling into darkness and that’s affirmed by the news this week that for the first time in US history less than half of Americans attend church at all; it may have been aggravated by Covid lockdowns and church closures, but it’s bigger than that. Younger Americans have been raised to believe that what they feel, think, and believe is more important than what God says in His Word, the Bible. Standards are no longer Biblical standards, but the constantly changing cultural standards that allows everyone to be his or her own God. We ban prayer and Bible reading in schools and public places, we scoff at the notion of honor, loyalty, fidelity in marriage, restraint and control of our passions, and have adopted the moral standards of the times of the Judges, when every man did what was right in his own eyes.
Be glad I’m not God! I would run out of patience long ago! But Easter is the reminder that God hasn’t given up on us just yet.
During this weekend, focus less on the things that overwhelm you in fear about your health, finances, or relationships. Think about a God who didn’t just send us a book to read, but who sent His son to die for our sins, and freely give us a life that never ends. Yes, He overcame death itself, but the real Easter is when He overcomes your excuses and objections and becomes your Savior and Lord. Celebrate what God has done for you this weekend. Quit worrying and start living. He’s alive, and in him, so are you!