29 March 2013

The Easter Bunny vs. The Cross

Tonight when I was doing some grocery shopping I saw a large purple Easter bunny set up on top of one of the aisles.  The sight saddened me, because I couldn't help thinking about the symbol I wish was there instead, the image that symbolizes Easter to me: a cross, and an empty tomb.
I love Easter, because it is a time to remember the greatest event that ever took place in human history.  It is because of this event I have hope.  Because of this event, recent loss has not become despair, and even in the midst of sorrow and uncertainty I can walk forward in faith, and in joy.  But this event was not an easy one.
It involved betrayal, unfaithful intercessors, unjust accusations, horrendous pain, and blood and tears.  It tested the depth of human pain, endurance, and emotion as one who had never sinned had nine inch nails driven into his hands and feet as he was crucified for the sins of others.
However, the story doesn't end there.  It continues with a new dawning, and an empty tomb.  And all of the sorrow, pain and heartache was turned into unbelievable joy.  Jesus is alive.  Jesus paid the price of our sin, so we can have a future and a hope.  Anything the world has to offer doesn't begin to compare with that.