Easter Matters

 Easter matters.

If there was any doubt, this year makes it very clear. My dad died 16 years ago on this date, and it matters to us to have a different story ending than just loss. I am personally limited and weary and awkwardly impaired, and that's not going away in any discernible timeline. The world is spinning into more atrocity of war in Europe, and it's hard to even keep straight the attacks in our neighbouring countries in this continent, or the floods and droughts. We need resurrection, not as a theoretical unseen unknowable theological postulate but as a force that exploded one grave and now marches out into every corner of our globe and life.

Resurrection. Painting by Serge artist Constance, look her up on insta for more.

Because there is nothing we can do to save ourselves, to rescue my vision or protect our team when trucks of soldiers are rumbling towards the border, or smooth all the conflicts or cure all the fevers. It's outside of our capacity. And Easter says, that's OK, because God saw, and came, and acted.

So here in Bundi, we started the day well before sunrise like the women worried about Jesus' body, preparing coffee and cinnamon rolls and walking out to the football pitch to await the light and our team. We sang and listened to Jesus' words about himself, and celebrated. Then to a church that became more packed with ever hour, to be reminded by Pastor Mike that the power of the resurrection is real and effective and universe-changing. Even though our problems are not demonstrably removed, Jesus stood up and exited the grave and in his wounded body quietly sparked a complete reversal of entropy. 

Sunrise, singing by faith

And more singing a few hours later in church

Easter smiles from Miss Michaela, not because everything's easy, but because love is real

And more beautiful colour and hope from Ann

The day is just beginning for our families in America, and we're still cooking and washing dishes and preparing for the Easter meal.  Just wanted to pause to say: Thanks for your prayers. Still amazed that we are HERE for Easter, and still can't believe how tired every day makes me, and still clinging to the truth of Easter. Because it matters.