Easter Is Freedom
I’ve been thinking a lot about what to write for Easter this year. Since I lost my dad 18 months ago, Easter is forever changed. I understand how Jesus’ friends and family felt as they watched him die, as they buried him, and as they tried to make sense of it all. Easter is an emotionally confusing holiday: it starts with death.
If you don’t believe that Jesus was resurrected, Easter (and any other symbols of following Jesus) are quite ridiculous. If Jesus didn’t conquer death, it’s all quite silly, really.
Through my grief journey, I have had to make a choice. I had to choose to follow Jesus at all. I had to decide whether choosing to follow Jesus was merely a crutch for surviving or a way to live and grow and fulfill who I was created to be. I chose to trust that there is a God much bigger than what I can understand who is in charge of the universe. I have learned that this big God will also comfort me and give me peace and hope.
The thought hit me last night: God chose to come to Earth and suffer. He identifies with my grief. He knows what it’s like to be lonely. He has experienced the entire range of human emotion. He chose to experience what it is like to be human. And then he chose to be beaten, to hang on a cross, and to be buried in a tomb. What kind of big God dies?! And yet, he did. He died and the world changed forever. There’s no more need to approach God with animal sacrifice or by proxy through priests.
Jesus died so I didn’t have to be shackled to the rituals of trying to please a far-away God. Jesus died so I could be comforted that he understands my grief. Jesus died so that I could know that death is merely a transition from this life to an eternal one.
Easter is not about bunnies and eggs. Easter is not about chocolate (not that I’m complaining). Easter is not even about a man who died or a man who was buried.
Easter is about a man who got up. It’s about a God who chose to be human and suffer so he could change the way we live and die. It’s about total freedom from the things that drag us down and hold his back. Easter is about second chances and becoming the person you were made to be.
Writing a post like this is risky. You may not like it. You may roll your eyes and scoff. But my life has been changed because of Easter. I have found my purpose and a foundation for my life in Easter. How could I not share something that has had such a profound impact on me?
I have found freedom because of Easter and I’m praying that you will find it, too.