Who said anything about Easter eggs? Let’s talk about Easter legs!
You think I’m nuts or have something to prove. Be not fooled, fellow church goer. I have not “bounced back.” Getting 4 kids 4 and under ready for church on Easter Sunday 6 days postpartum is comical and stressful to say the least. Couldn’t have done it without mom, bless her. In the process of getting ready, I had another dizzy spell and had to lay down before I passed out and my nose had yet another bleed. I got breast milk on my only blouse option, but I will wear it proudly as a badge of honor. I decided to wear a skirt, one that shows my legs from the knee down, although I’m freezing and it means showing several, yet receding, varicose veins.
But I WANT you to see. I want you to see the healing God has done in just six days. Yes I will let you carry all the many loads a mom of four carries, and let you help us back out the door. No I will not be able to stand for worship like I do desperately want to do. But I WANT you to see a glimpse of resurrection, of redemption, of what Easter means for us. And I need to see it in you. This resurrection means that our broken, sinful bodies no longer are held by this brokenness and by this sin. There is absolute victory in us! We are evidence of Christ’s work, of the now and not yet Kingdom of God.
I have not bounced back, nor can I ever, on my own. You see, there is no bouncing back from the grave for us humans without Christ. No, there is only death. Yet, in just three days, Jesus “bounced back” from the grave, from death itself! So now, for us Christ followers, there is death AND resurrection. We are crucified with Christ, and we no longer live, but Christ lives in us.
And what is so life-giving for me this Easter Sunday is that Christ too had scars! They showed his that death had brought us life! By His wounds we are healed! By His blood, He atoned for us. Christ did not have the luxury of keeping his blood in his veins. His blood absolutely emptied out on our behalf. His dying breath has brought me life!
I see my sluggish veins, and am grateful they still carried blood to my boys—life! They are evidence of how God used my broken body to bring actual life to Titus, Matthias, and Solomon.
Yes, my Solly, my “sweet spot” baby whose name means Shalom—wholeness, and peace. So yes, I go to church this Easter, tired, weak, leaky and bleeding, to celebrate God bringing Shalom to our world through His death and resurrection, to my heart, and to my own scarred and weak body. If you must look at me, do it only to see Christ and his absolute redemption over all. Laugh with me at our vain (or in my case vein) worries over Easter dresses and tell the devil “get behind me Satan!” I want you to hold Solomon and know God’s wholeness is not only possible, but reaching into our midst. I cuddle my “bookends” in the pew this morning thinking how all I wanted was to hide after Titus was born, and here I am with Solomon not even a week after birth practically in the front row.
What a relief! I’ve forgotten myself in the joy of Christ! There is no place for shame this morning, friends. We have such a hope and LIFE in Jesus Christ! Put me in the front row to worship Jesus this day and every day. He is worthy.
He is Risen, He is Risen, Indeed!