Some days Easter is hard to take.
Easter has passed. For a few days my Facebook and Twitter feeds were a cascade of happy, enthusiastic pictures. Choirs with arms raised high. Pastors declaring the end of death and offer of salvation. I saw just about all the stock pictures of tombs with the stone rolled away that there are.
I’m not faulting the enthusiasm of Christians over Easter. I mean, if what we believe is true, then this holiday commemorates the moment that changed everything. Sin and Death are dead! We don’t have to be bound by judgement or shame or fear. We can live in this world with an optimism that surpasses our circumstances. That’s an incredibly hopeful story.
But I know that the pastel happiness of Easter isn’t always welcome—even for people who believe in Jesus’ resurrection. What if, in this season, your personal story isn’t all that hopeful? The wave of Christian happiness can overwhelm. You’re trying to hold onto your belief in God’s power of the resurrection while sadness or disappointment threatens to drag you back out into the deep.
Being told, one more time, that you ought to just trust God, that you ought to just put all your worries “at the foot of the cross…” Well, you nod in agreement but inside you feel wobbly, weak, worried.
Honestly, you want the bright colors and glory rays of Easter to flood your life. But in this moment, that’s just not the color palate of your heart.
You’ve got questions. Maybe you’ve been dealing with a death or a loss, perhaps of a dream, a person, hope. Maybe you’re grieving. Even though you believe in God-made-man come among us, even though you believe in the powerful cross and the even more important empty tomb, (even though!) You still find yourself with hard questions.
Easter is good theology, but there are days when it’s really hard to practice.