I used to go to a church where we had communion every Sunday. I didn’t understand why at first. Then I worried that it would become rote, with a weekly occurrence robbing it of its sacredness. But after a few months, my family and I embraced it. It brought us closer as a family because there were always recent events that we needed to apologize to one another – instead of trying to wrack our brains once a month for stuff to say sorry for.
The same can be said for the Easter story – all of the events surrounding the crucifixion, the burial, and the resurrection.
If you’ve grown up in the church, you’ve heard this story. A lot. You’ve been to multiple services on Easter weekend, all touching on some aspect of the story, and maybe you’ve even been to Passion City Church’s Good Friday service with Louis Giglio (which, if you haven’t, is a must because it’s unparalleled).
Easter, in a sense, can also become rote – obvious and dull for all of us who have grown up listening to this story over and over since it’s so essential to the Gospel. In the midst of meals with extended family members, egg hunts with small children, and making sure your outfit is finished by Easter morning, it can even be forgotten. This same struggle happens around Christmastime, when the true meaning for all of the celebrations is pushed aside by the chaos and distractions.
This is true for me. In the past, I’ve had to repent for focusing more on traveling to see family members than on Jesus’s precious gift to me.
That’s one thing I never want to lose sight of. It’s the greatest oxymoron I’ve ever known – that by His wounds, He gave me healing. I’ll never get over that.
But He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on Him, and by His wounds we are healed.
This Easter, spend time with your family members and enjoy the egg hunt (it’s perfectly fine to be scared of the Easter bunny, though
it’s too big why I don’t understand), but take the time to get alone with God. Sit in your room or take a walk in the woods or drive on a random road in the mountains – whatever it takes to get rid of all of the distractions and outside chaos. Think about what He did for you, and thank Him for it. I know I’ll be doing it, because I’ve been awestruck by His grace and love – the love that saved my soul.