Sunday, April 12, 2020

This is Not Your Easter


Photo by Amber Lamoreaux, pexels.com
This is not your Easter. Yes, the date is right, but this is not the day you imagined. The new outfit bought a month ago will not be worn. The sunrise service will be online, and there will be no dinner table overflowing with a traditional meal in a house filled with family.

This is not your Easter. And it's ok to say that, to acknowledge the reality of that, and to sit in the disappointment that this beautiful day is not the one you wanted.


I'm struck by the notion that on this day where we celebrate resurrection, so many feel buried under the weight of fear, loss, and grief. This global pandemic has shaken the foundation of our society, and just as Jesus cried out in the depths of his suffering, so too have many of us asked, "My God, My God why have you forsaken me?"


Days have turned into weeks, and here we are on Resurrection Sunday buried under this weight. The cases keep mounting, people keep dying, and we're still in this tomb. Lord, when is our resurrection coming?


I won't pretend to have an answer. 


But I do have a hope.


A hope that there is purpose in this collective pain. Hope that although we are socially distant we are growing emotionally closer. Hope that when we come out of this we'll be stronger and more united than before. 


For too long we've allowed political discourse to divide us into red states and blue states, black and white, haves and have-nots. It's left us grasping for safety in homogeneous groups and disconnected from each other. But I have a hope that through this crisis we will turn towards each other, blinking with eyes that have been closed for too long, and say, "Hey....I remember you."


You're the one who sewed me a mask.

You're the one who put a teddy bear in your window so my kids could go on a neighborhood bear hunt.
You're the one who supported my small business.
You're the one who texted "There's toilet paper here--come now." 

And with these new eyes, I hope we'll see what has been true all along:

People are people.
All pain is the same.
We are better together.

The crucifixion was horrific, but oh the change it made possible.

This pandemic is terrifying in so many ways, but oh what an opportunity we have--
To hit reset
To change the conversation
To choose each other

 No, this is not your Easter-- it's not mine either--but it can be our new beginning. 

3 comments:

Sis SEW said...

❤❤❤❤❤

CasSandra said...

Hope, this is so.... I don't have the words it has my heart full!

Unknown said...

Hope this is inspiring. As you know, I am not particularly tech savvy, but this crisis has forced me and some others to learn how to set up and use electronic meeting platforms, like ZOOM, for personal as well as business reasons. Using electronic meetings to re-connect forces me to recognize that physical distance is no excuse for losing touch...we have the means to stay connected as much and as often as we want to. And when we connect, we appreciate and value one another more than ever. This is a good outcome that we can keep!

Thanks for your thoughtful words. You are a great writer and you should keep it up!

Ann Bishop