I returned to work today after the weekend and the discussion turned to what everyone did over the past few days. Since yesterday was Easter, the conversations included any Easter activities.
But the focus didn’t ever come to what yesterday really was celebrating. It was not about family, the pictures, the chocolate, or the egg hunts. It was about the empty grave. It was — it is– about Jesus being raised from the dead. Defeating death, triumphing over Hell, providing us a way to be restored to a pre-Genesis 3 relationship with God.
The day after Easter is just as important as the day of Easter. I stood in church on Sunday nearly dancing in place as I praised Him for paying my debt. My hands were held high, eyes closed, cheering for Jesus’ victory over sin. He rescued me from so much more than I will ever fully understand this side of Heaven.
I am praying for the same joy I sang with and felt on Easter Sunday will not be put away with the dishes and decorations. I want the sense of urgency I felt when I first became a Christian to share the truth of Easter with others. It used to propel me in conversations with others, to tell them all about the Jesus I knew. The Jesus I was learning about in Bible studies and from personal reading.
We all tend to fall back in our routines after something amazing, as if we are saying, That’s nice, but there are other things I need to do now. What else could be more important than sharing the love and sacrifice that Jesus made for us? How can we truly say that we are “all in” for Jesus when the next day we act like nothing happened?
When the disciples realized that Jesus had been raised from the dead, there was no stopping them. The same men who were hiding from the authorities in a locked room (John 20:19) would soon be speaking before thousands in Jerusalem on the Day of Pentecost (Acts 2). They would face torture, prison, and ultimately martyrdom for what they believed. The day after was the first day of their new found strength and faith in the Jesus they followed.
My prayer for both of us, O Best Beloved, is that we will not forget the day when the very gates of Hell were broken by the Lamb of God. May we go forward, not as meek lambs, but as lions, roaring out the truth of Who our God is and what He has done for all of mankind.
May it not be just another day.