This time of Holy Week has got me thinking. Christians have two celebrations that are biggies:
In my own little warped way, similar to a Would You Rather game, I asked myself if I had to choose between the two, which celebration could I not live without? (If you have trouble with double negatives like I do, I am asking, essentially, which do I like the best?)
Of course I am glad I can celebrate BOTH! But for me and many others, Easter is the grand
poohbah of Christian celebrations. The creme de la creme. The piece de resistance. The observance to end all other observances.
I don't think I am going out on a limb to say that the world probably would choose the other. I'm thinking the jolly, round man wins the popularity contest over the hairy rodent, cute as he is.
("Tommy, the Easter Bunny is watching you!" doesn't have the same ring to it. And "Egg on a Shelf" would just roll off and make a mess.)
True, Christmas is a wonderfully happy time. It is full of awe factor and awww factor (as in "awww, what a cute baby!").
But Easter doesn't just make me happy. In fact, in the days preceding it I can -- and should -- feel sad. But that is what makes the joy so much sweeter!
My joy at Easter is deeper than Christmas joy. It is spiritual. It is physical. I can feel it fluttering inside my chest, quickening my heart rate, bringing tears to my eyes, simultaneously lifting my spirit and the corners of my mouth.
I can feel the perfect LOVE of God, demonstrated on the cross by a Savior who is Resurrected!
My mourning turns to dancing on Easter!
So while I enjoyed Christmas, bring on Easter!
Bring on the JOY!
He is Risen, He is Risen indeed!