Today is Easter. It was snowing when I woke up. It’s April 8th and it’s snowing! Whassupwidat?? It took me about 10 minutes to scrape all the ice off of my car windows this morning. I was on time for church, but not on time enough to get a seat in the main sanctuary. Nor was I on time to get a seat in the overflow Stone Chapel. Dear friends, I went to church in the overflow overflow seating in the gym.
Matt’s sermon was about entering the story; stepping into life with Jesus and onto the pages and getting out of the margins. It was about how Easter is a wake-up call of sorts. A reminder of what Jesus did for us – dying so that we might truly live. A call to GET UP and join Him “on the page” in life. Shouldn’t we be living every day as if it was Easter? I don’t know about you, but I want to wake up every morning “on the page”. And I want to live every day of my life “on the page”. I want to resist creeping back into the margins where life is narrow and lacks a story, even if it feels safer there.
I remembered my camera this morning when I left for church (but duh, I forgot my Bible!). I went picture taking afterwards. I stopped at the Post Office to buy a book of stamps and saw this pair of birds hopping around in this icy tree. As I was driving away, I saw that these two had a third with them, presumably their baby. I parked and got out of the car again, but couldn’t capture all three together.
It’s nearly 3:00. It is still snowing. I am spending Easter quietly and alone at home. I have a fire in the fireplace. It’s 28 degrees out. It’s supposed to be 60 degrees tomorrow. I’m thinking this must have been winter’s last hurrah. But a white Easter makes perfect sense to me…
“Come now, let us reason together,”
says the LORD.
“Though your sins are like scarlet,
they shall be as white as snow;
though they are red as crimson,
they shall be like wool.
Happy Easter. Enter the story.