There seem to be less expectations for Easter, less pressure than at Christmas. Plus, Easter takes place at a time of the year when everything is to coming to life, nature sheds its skin and new, fresh things start to bloom.
This year I am going to spend Easter in my new home in my new church in England. After seven months of being here, I feel very much settled in and familiar with the church and the people. And if you think Christmas is the time when calories seem to hide at every corner, let me just say that buttered hot cross buns are very tempting and lovely women (bless you, Angela) who come around to present you with chocolate bunnies don’t make it easy to say no.
In the area where I live, there is a tradition of having a “sunrise service” with all the local churches. Basically, the name says it all; everyone who can make it out of their beds before dawn at 5:30 am can come to a farm just outside the town. The service starts in the dark and as the sermon goes on we will hopefully all be witnesses of a beautiful sunrise. As the service is set on a field outside, it is advised to wrap up in your warmest winter clothes one more time this year. I have never woken up this early on an Easter Sunday before and I am very excited for this new experience.
When writing this post, I was asked if I had found new meaning in Easter in this new place. This was probably meant as a rhetorical question anticipating an affirmative answer. However, for me, the answer is no, I haven’t found new meaning in Easter. I think it is beautiful that the message of the gospel stays the same, whether you are at home or abroad. Jesus died upon the cross and rose after three days. He did it all to rescue us from the consequences of our sin which, ultimately, is death. He loves us and wants to set us free. The true meaning of Easter stays the same; it is Amazing Grace.
With this in mind, I hope you all have a fantastic Easter.