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Today was Easter Sunday, my favorite holiday. Sadly, Easter has been a bittersweet day for me these last several years, just like my birthday. I spent most Easters stuck in bed. The one time I tried to attend church I got so overstimulated that I had to leave in the middle of the service.
Today was probably the strangest Resurrection Day we’ve ever had so far but thankfully, not the saddest. There was definitely grief that we could not celebrate this glorious day with the rest of God’s people, but we still found our own way to celebrate.
We drove in to Sandstone Bluff and climbed up on the rocks. Then we read the John 19-21 aloud together. The words hit me hard this time. Maybe because it was my first time hearing it since regaining my cognitive functioning. I could actually track with the words and understand their meaning.
Perhaps it was also because my own experience of deep suffering has allowed me to feel just a fraction of Christ’s pain. It has certainly opened my eyes to see just how astounding a God who suffered willingly for us really is.
Maybe it was because all the hope for this broken body and life hinges on this one great moment in history. Without the Resurrection there is no certainty of healing. Without the Resurrection there is no hope for a thriving earth. Without the Resurrection there is no answer for those who are suffering.
Yet, I believe that Christ rose victorious over death! Not metaphorically but quite literally. And because God himself burst into human history, we have hope. Hope for a new body and a new world. Hope for freedom from sickness and pain.
The Resurrection means that the deep longing in our hearts for a world without death or disease will be answered. All the things that are destroying our bodies and our planet will be done away with, once and for all. Every last inch of creation will be restored.
After we finished reading we sang some songs together. It was so moving to once again be able to worship Jesus through singing. It helped this lonely soul to remember that she is still a part of the church, just like the persecuted believers who sit in prison are still a part of the church. As we sang, we joined our voices to the millions of voices around the world who were also praising God for the Resurrection — a resurrection we will one day share.
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