I know.
Christmas has more commercial potential and so is the public favorite.
Don’t get me wrong. I love Christmas.
Gift exchanging, especially when children are involved, is a great incentive for businesses to market, it seems now a-days, half a year in advance.
For the secular, Easter is more limited. Pastel colors, eggs and bunnies don’t put much fire in the belly.
And because the underlying theme of conquering death is truly out of this world, and because the day is always and forever will be I’m guessing, on a weekend, the push to call Monday or Friday Federal holidays is not going to happen any time soon.
And yet, for all who wish to understand the magnificent goodness of God in the midst of pain, suffering, and death it is the most important, most life-changing weekend on the calendar.
That’s right. To me it’s more than a day — it’s three days. Without the cross on Friday the point is missed on Sunday morning with an empty tomb.
In fact, if you truly understand the power displayed once long ago when a tomb became unnecessary because its occupant got up and walked out, not because he survived torture, but because he was resurrected back to life never to die again — and more to the personal point, because his action set into motion a salvation accessible to anyone (even you), no matter the mess they had made of life to that point and beyond.
This Sunday in particular is the announcement to all who have eyes to see and ears to hear that they have become the beneficiaries of an inheritance greater than any child of any king or potentate who has ever lived. Your life is that special and amazing because God loved you so much he gave his son to die in your place.