Last year was a kind of cool Easter for me. I got in a fight with a good friend. Well, kind of a fight. See... he wished me a Happy Easter on Sunday. And I said thanks. But the more I got to thinking about it, the more it rubbed me the wrong way. This friend wasn’t a Christian. Easter was more of a commercial holiday, bunnies and eggs and candy. And I’m not ok with that. So on Monday at work, before everyone else got there, I started to say something. I told him that I wasn’t ok with it for the reasons I listed.
Unfortunately, we were interrupted by... work. So we had to finish the conversation on the phone while we both drove home. I explained that Easter was more personal, more important to me. That Easter, the Resurrection is the reason we have hope. I don’t hope in rules and regulations. I hope in Christ. And we had a great conversation. We both shared our stories. I’d like to tell you that he accepted Christ on the phone that afternoon. He didn’t.
But we started reading the Bible together. We started in Romans. And we read all through spring. And all through summer we read Luke, even though I was at camp and had very little cell service. And I prayed. I prayed hard. I prayed until I thought I couldn’t pray anymore. I was saying the same things, over and over again. I would have given anything to skip that time of stretching to be at the point where my good friend accepted Jesus.
When I went back to work at the photography company in the fall, I was spent. And I was transitioning out of there and into my current job elsewhere. A fall schedule there is rough but I fought for opportunities to continue studying with my friend. On a Monday afternoon, we were finishing up training new people. And something my friend said piqued my curiosity. The doors were open for the breeze and I dragged him outside. And when I asked him if he was in, when I asked him if he had accepted Christ, he said yes. That moment made all the struggle and sleepless nights worth it.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. August/September is not Easter. But that story, that part of it anyway, started because of Easter. Started because this weekend is NOT about candy and bunnies and pastel colors.
This weekend is about Christ. If Christmas is Jesus’ birthday, then Easter is every Christian’s second birthday. This weekend is cause for celebration.
He is risen. Just as He said.
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