Disassociation From The Egg

I can't even...

I tried to tell my husband how I was feeling, over the television and my toddler.

"I just feel... I don't know? Like, disassociated from Easter this year"

The conversation didn't get too far, as most don't these days, unless the wild thing is fast asleep all tucked in tight. 

So I stuffed it back down, still searching for meaning. 

I have known Jesus all my life. I know what he did for me and for you... So why do I feel so disconnected from ths Good Friday and Easter that is to come? 

Then I saw this on Instagram. (Sometimes social media is a good thing) 

 

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That's right. Sunday is coming. And... HE GOT UP!

That's right. HE GOT UP! 

And the hope rises in my heart.

I process it all alone in the car on the way to fellowship with some women from Church.

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These lyrics come on the cd that plays in my car. 

Maybe it was the weight of it all. That Jesus suffered and died on the cross. He was beaten and mocked and hung to take my sin and conquer death. The weight, that I still, just can't completely wrap my brain around. That a Savior, a King, could LOVE me that much! 

Maybe it was the commercialism of it all. The fake and phony things that remain to distract. The convoluted meanings and traditions that ultimately take away from such a sacred, life changing history. 

Now, don't get all hip hop hooray oh, up in here. I'm not knocking on the Easter egg hunts. I too will be taking my wild thing to experience that in all it's glory.

But I need to be real here. 

We have a funny way of taking something in Christ's life and twisting it to meet our own standard. 

So maybe I feel disconnected from what we call Easter, the eggs and bunnies and commercialism. 

But this year, today, I am okay with that. 

Because I don't feel disconnected from my Savior Jesus. 

Today we wait. We think the tomb holds his body. We wait just as his disciples did, men and women alike. We wait because tomorrow He gets up. He is resurrected for me and for you. He conquers hell, sin and death so that we can live our eternity with Him. In all of His glory! 

And I am thankful, always thankful for His sacrifice and power! 

Jesus paid it all. All to him I owe. Sin had left a crimson stain and He washed it white as snow. 'Jesus paid it all' -Elvina M. Hall, 1865