As with most holidays, commercialism has completely taken over. Look Here! Buy This! Go There! Buy That! You Need It…NOW!! All of it would never be enough and there seems to be a never-ending supply of stuff you just must have. As the teacher would say in Ecclesiastes, it is all a chasing after the wind…you’ll never catch it.
Easter is no different…it has even infiltrated the church these days. The once sacred place where Easter was spent singing, “On a hill far away…stood an old rugged cross…an emblem of suffering and shame…” is now spent with a sunrise breakfast, a quick service to acknowledge special day, then a fun bunny chase and Easter egg hunt for the kiddos! The death and resurrection of our Savior has been reduced to one day that we must get up early, dress to impress, gorge ourselves on jelly beans and chocolate, endure a rehearsed sermon about what we ought to be thankful for, then a big ham dinner followed by an afternoon nap. Done…Happy Day…check the calendar for the next holiday!
Easter is not a once-a-year event. It is not a day to remember and celebrate then forget till it rolls around again. It is a daily walk – a constant sense of how far we have fallen and how far he reached to save us. It is personal and individual and important. Every sin is a nail, every word of repentance is a resurrection, and the seconds between the two are the hammer strokes driving the nail through. This sequence happens nearly every day of our lives, and this is what Easter is really about…every day is Easter.
To be honest…I have not been to an Easter Sunday service for a few years. I have not walked into a church other than for a couple of funerals or weddings for several years. Some of you reading this blog or the About page may have wondered about this. My wife and I have not had very good experiences within the church and I have written about that before. These special Christian holidays as they roll around each year often leave me with a sense of guilt for choosing not to be a part of them…and I know there are some who would think me not a Christian at all for choosing to walk away. Our faith is not dependent on the Church, and not being in a church does not mean we do not have friends and family that we turn to and rely on and pray for and with. Being apart from the church has made me much more aware of just how personal and daily the Christian walk is and must be – each and every day really is all about Jesus and whether I will choose to follow him or not.