If you’re someone with mad computer programming skills, I would like you to create the next big Facebook time-waster. It’s one of those “Take this to find out which ____ you are” quizzes.
I want you to do one with church seasons. If you need a benchmark, I’m a Lent.
I’m a Lent in every possible way.
I’m more than my share of grumpy. I can make lemons out of lemonade 7 days a week. Except for Saturdays, because we use lemons on Saturday mornings for breakfast, so not then.
Perhaps most of all, I’m terrible at creating things. If there’s a simple project, I can ruin it. If there’s an easy recipe, I can take three times as long to do it and get inferior results. The fence I built pretty much fell down. Give me something beautiful and I’ll probably break it.
That’s why I need Easter.
I need Easter to loom large in my imagination–a promise that God will make all things new.
I need to remember that the business of resurrection is divine business. That my own failures to see life, to be life, to bring forth life, are not the end of the story.
As the snowball of Christian culture picks up the practice of Lent, of living into the death that marks so much of life in the world as we know it, we need to not forget to embrace Easter as a season and not just a day.
Preacher, don’t let go of Easter yet.
Easter is about Jesus rising from the dead, but that is just the beginning. If it’s not just the beginning then we’re in trouble.
Jesus rising from the dead is about the dawn of new creation. It is about the in-breaking of new humanity. It is about God saying to our world of failed projects, broken relationships, broken bodies, broken societies, ravaging wars, and looming death, “I don’t think so.”
“I don’t think that your brokenness gets the last word. I am making you whole.”
It is about God saying to the powers that bring death and misery with them, “I don’t think so. I am the God who brings life out of your machinations of death.”
A world of failure and death and depression needs Easter.
People who have failed and lost loved ones and hover in the life-sucking throes of depression need Easter.
So don’t forget. It’s still Easter.
And there’s still a whole lot of Lent to be overcome.