How odd, celebrating Jesus’ resurrection alone. Normally, the day is filled with togetherness. Easter Sunday is colorful and glorious. There are egg hunts and FOOD! It’s Christmas in April. Families have traditions and the earth itself comes back to life. We celebrate the resurrection of our Lord in spring. Whether or not it is coincidental, I do not know, but I will not miss the beauty of it. Spring is the season when that which was dormant returns. The leaves turn green and the flowers bloom, there are birds chirping, bees buzzing, and laughter. Who knows where the laughter is coming from, but it’s there. Everywhere there is color. Everywhere there is life.
Of course, this year is different. Spring is here, but the togetherness is not. Not for me at least. I know I am not alone. There are many people across the globe who spent this past resurrection Sunday differently.
We were not surrounded by friends or family. We did not put on our Sundays best and celebrate our Lord’s resurrection alongside cheerful church members. And we did not feast. While none of this changes the fact that Jesus did raise from the dead, it feels different. Why is that? Every Easter I have ever known has been filled with happenings, but not this time. This time the Sunday was about nothing other than story of Jesus’ resurrection. There was no egg hunt prequal or dinner epilogue. There was no fashion shoot or any of the other accoutrement that society has conjured. Sunday, April 12, 2020, was solely about the resurrection of Jesus Christ.
And I was caught up with myself. Cataloguing my seemingly palpable discontent. I think for years I thought Easter Sunday was about me. I thought it was about colorful celebration and painstaking preparation. I thought it was about church and food and looking good. All these years, I’ve been so wrong.
I know the resurrection story; I’ve heard it a hundred times and every year I am prepared to hear it again. But this year my selfishness was on display. There were no plans to hide it behind. It was just me, in my apartment, listening to the sermon online, thinking about myself.
How else have I been distracted? When pondering this question, I found that I dedicate more time to preparing my outfit for church than preparing my heart and mind to receive God’s teaching before church; when in church, I am distracted with anticipation concerning the fellowship that will take place afterward rather than being intensely focused on the message.
My priorities are out of order. I may have already known that but was hiding behind disrespect in the form of self-care and selfishness in the form of good intention.
Easter Sunday 2020 will be the day I learned what it’s always been about: