For the first time in my life, I feel as excited about Easter as I have about Christmas. A Lenten season of study and introspection was as challenging as trying to avoid the commercial come-ons during the, um, holiday shopping season.
So what's different this time? Something personal. A deeper understanding of Christ's sacrifice for me. You can't get to the tomb without first going to the cross. The journey won't always be easy. Learn to be patient.
The six weeks of Lent was not spent in self-denial. Opportunities for recreation were abundant. There were setbacks, too, with illness. But quality time was spent with others pondering our unfortunate brothers and sisters around the world who battle disease, poverty and other hardships. Readings and discussion groups took us deeper than we've been before. Once there, we could see through the eyes of Jesus Christ for the first time.
I can feel Jesus' pain and disappointment over the cruel fates endured by the poor and destitute and the indifference shown by many who can make a difference. My Lenten experience brought me into his presence during his trials after entering Jerusalem on Palm Sunday.
I could relate to the events of his Last Supper, betrayal, and execution like no time in the past. There was dread, even though I know the story. The weight of our corporate guilt was heavy.
But Saturday night, during the vigil service, the stone was rolled away from our hearts. The lights came on and the tomb was empty. My heart rejoiced. He is risen, indeed.
There was no holiday tinsel or colored lights this time. Just the greatest gift. My Lord lives. Alleluia.
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