I got nothin’. I could come up with just any old picture, and quote, and scripture. But believe it or not, every Sunday Post I’ve ever done has had some inspiration, some actual meaning for me on that day, at that time. Today, I got nothin’. I am sick, and sad, and weary. There’s the health thing, there are family things, there are friend things . . . blech. I do remain thankful; I know my blessings far outweigh my troubles . . . I’m just in that dark, rainy place.
If I knew how, I would show you a picture of how the hyacinths on my kitchen table smell, or how the rain on my roof sounds. I’m not a good enough photographer to convey those things in a picture, or a good enough writer to share them in words. But they’re good, and hopeful, so I’d share them with you if I could.
My arms won’t stay happy enough to reply to comments the way I like to. But I will say to Andrea and Peaches, from last Sunday, it is never too late to say, “He is risen, indeed.” OK, that reminds me of a story. I just did a quick search to see if I’ve told it here before, but looks like I haven’t. If I have, please forgive.
A few years ago, I saw a client, Gail, the week after Easter. She came in very upset, angry, tearful, and began to complain about her son, a college student.
“He RUINED Easter!” she accused, repeatedly. When I got her calmed down enough to explain the ruination of Easter, she told a story of how her boy, who was at a church-affiliated school, had gotten a ride home for Easter break with their parish priest, who happened to be visiting at the college. Gail was one who nearly worshiped the priest, and his opinion of both her and her family was of tremendous importance. When the priest picked up young Joshua, young Joshua was thoroughly hung over. And as such people sometimes do on long car trips, he puked all over the priest’s car.
After telling the story in great detail, Gail resumed her lament, “He RUINED Easter.” I should try to come up with some nice words for how I felt about this, since this is the Lord’s day, and since we’re talking about Easter, but the truth is, she was pissing me off. I gently challenged her thinking.
Knowing that Gail was a professing Christian (she professed all over the place, at the drop of a hat), I asked her, “What does Easter mean to you?”
“What is the significance of Easter to you? What does it mean?”
She thought for a few minutes and said something like, “It means reconciliation. It means a new beginning, it’s a way for our sins to be forgiven, a way to approach God . . . “
“OK, so that’s Easter. Now maybe I’m missing something, but help me understand how Joshua puking in the priest’s car ruins Easter.”
Gail was quiet for a moment and then she smiled a tiny smile. “Easter can’t be ruined,” she said.
Yes! “That’s right. It’s a done deal. The tomb is still empty, every single morning when we get up. There’s nothing you, or I, or Joshua or the priest, can ever do, to make that not be so.”
So there. As always with these Sunday Posts, I’m preaching first to myself. I will be doing my darnedest to thoroughly immerse myself today in what I believe to be that truth: Easter (reconciliation, new beginning, forgiveness, a way to get back to God) is every day.
Happy Easter, friends.
Oh, and I need to let you know this, if you don’t already. My friend Little Sister is beginning treatment this week for cervical cancer. If you don’t know her, go read a little bit. She doesn’t post much, because she is terribly busy changing the world most of the time. She’s feisty, opinionated, smart, funny, sexy and just generally kicks ass. So she needs to get well and get back to what she does best, because there is a lot of ass-kicking to do in this world. Please join me in praying for her quick and complete return to health.