I thought a lot about what I would write about for Easter. I thought about so many theological things I could say. I’ve read whole books just on the topic of Easter. But I felt led to not talk about what Easter means to me theologically, and simply say what Easter means to me personally.
Easter means God Loves Us.
Those first century followers of Christ who often endured so much suffering— most of them had no theological training, and knew less about the Bible and theology than most of us.
But they had one thing that changed their lives and that they desperately hung on to: an empty tomb. An empty tomb that told them that there was a God that was more powerful than death, and that this all-powerful God loved them, just as they were. They didn’t need to go to any fancy temple, they didn’t need to obey any long list of rules, they didn’t have to belong to any favored race or gender, God just loved them.
When they were abandoned by friends and family, they looked to the Resurrection and knew that a mighty God loved them. When they were thrown in prison, they looked to the Resurrection and knew that a mighty God loved them. When they stared death in the face, they looked to the Resurrection and knew that a mighty God loved them.
And that’s what I look to at this Easter too. When I fall short of my expectations, when I wonder where my place is in this world, when I sometimes wonder if God really does love me, I can look at the Resurrection and know that a mighty God does love me. And it is my wish that you take some time today and look at the Resurrection and remember that God loves you too.