If it is true…

If it is true, that somewhere and somewhen is a God who by some cosmic moment of creativity invented all of us, to love and to be loved by…

And if it is true, that this same creative genius placed us on a planet to be explored and unwrapped; revealing beauty and endless gifts…

And if it is true, that at some point in our family tree, our great great greats chose not to love and chose to rebel against this loving God…

And if it is true, that as with our great great greats, there is a crack in the character of everyone of us; a crack that gives all of us people, brimming with wonder and goodness, the ability to do evil both small and grand…

And if it is true that this most patient God chose to heal us of that crack, sending love as a person, His son, to live, teach and die…

And if it is true, that by some “one part gracious, one part scandalous” exchange, played out in the hidden places, that the death of this Son of God, love as a person, washes guilt and shame from the consciences and souls of people…

And if it is true, that even people like us, the normals and mundane, the good and the bad, can benefit from that exchange, not just in our minds but in our identity; that in that moment we can become adopted children of God, no longer just creations…

And if it is true, that even the grave of that Son was not the end, that death, our oldest enemy, with all of its horror and power over us, lost its first battle with our kind, losing Jesus back to life…

And if it is true, that the same power that lifted Him from death to life, will call us, his adopted brothers and sisters, from the hands of that oldest enemy of the living…

And if it is true, that we will rise from that place to life, both eternally great and everlastingly long, in the presence of that Creator who sparked us first into existence…

If all of this is true then Easter matters. It matters when we celebrate the good and when we are broken and weary. 

It matters because even this, our today, in all of its wonder and beauty and goodness, is the grayscale of the colour of what is to come. 

It matters because even this, our today, with its pain and sorrow and anger and fear, is not the end and will not have the final word over us.

(And if it isn’t true, then enjoy your holidays and your chocolate eggs and your families and your friends. You’ve a lot to celebrate.)

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