Sunset in Bergen by Ian Thomson2 used with permission
By Lynne Baab
Did you know that in many times and places in Christian history, Easter has been viewed as a season, not just a day? The Easter season goes from Easter Day to Pentecost Sunday (May 15 this year), a period of seven weeks. Because Jesus’ resurrection is such a huge, amazing, overwhelming, fantastic gift to us, focusing on it for seven weeks allows time to ponder many aspects of what we receive on Easter Day.
The liturgical color for the Easter season is white to reflect the holiness and purity of Jesus, which enabled him to die in our place. White also symbolizes light. Jesus submitted to the darkness of the grave, and Easter morning he came back into the light, and his own light was again revealed. Paintings of Jesus after the resurrection often show him surrounded by light.
What spiritual practices are appropriate in a season of light and joy? This is a season of feasting, not fasting. Celebrate joy and light in whatever ways you can. Ponder, journal or talk with others about the joyful events of Easter and what they mean for you. Here are some suggestions for spiritual practices for the Easter season:
- Practice thankfulness. Watch for God’s good gifts in your life and your loved one’s lives. Look for signs of Jesus’ resurrection life in events and people around you. Go out of your way to express gratitude and love to people who have cared for you. Pay attention to the small gifts of daily life, and thank God for them. To help you pay attention, consider starting (or re-starting) a thankfulness journal and commit to adding five items to the list each day. Or partner with others to talk through the things you’re thankful for every day. Be sure to pray your thanks as well.
- Focus on light. Watch for the word “light” in scriptures, praise songs, hymns and poetry. Write a poem or statement about the ways Jesus is your light, and ask for further light in specific areas of your life and in the lives of loved ones. Use various names for God and Jesus in breath prayers: “Lord Jesus Christ, light of the world, shine your light on me” (John 8:12). “Jesus, bright morning star, guide my steps” (Revelation 22:16). “Word of God, be the lamp to my feet and the light on my path” (Psalm 119:105). “Lord God, sun and shield, give me your light and protection” (Psalm 84:11). All of these prayers can be prayed for others as well as for yourself.
- Ponder the fact that Jesus has freed “those who all their lives were held in slavery by the fear of death” (Hebrews 2:15). In what ways has Jesus freed you from that fear? In what ways would you like to experience more freedom? What do you think that might look like? Journal or talk with a friend about the role fear of death has played in your life. Pray your thanks, and pray for further growth in this area.
The seven-week Easter season nudges us to look at life through the lens of resurrection power. Maybe you’ll think of additional ways to do that.
Bless the Lord, O my soul.
O Lord my God, you are very great.
You are clothed with honor and majesty,
wrapped in light as with a garment (Psalm 104:1).
by Christine Sine
It is the day after Easter and I sit here in the glow of the resurrection, immersed in its joy and surrounded by its celebration. It is hard for us, with our foreknowledge of the events of Easter Sunday, to comprehend the incredible joy the women who came early to the tomb must have felt. They came with heavy hearts and eyes swollen and red with weeping but left with joy and dancing. Resurrection had broken into their lives.
Can you imagine Peter, coming to the tomb riddled with guilt because of his betrayal of Jesus. He too was surprised by resurrection, not just encountering the risen Christ, but seeing that new life emerge in himself as he wept tears of repentance and joy.
I can imagine, around them, spring bursting into bloom too, reminding these first disciples and a constant reminder to us that resurrection was always part of God’s plan from the beginning of time. Resurrection surprises us, but it never surprises God. The Easter season does not end with Easter Sunday however. And Easter does not end with the Easter Sunday. It extends until Pentecost and celebrates both the resurrection of Christ and also the many ways the resurrected Christ comes to meet us.
What is Your Response?
Sit for a few minutes breathing in and out quietly. Watch the video below. Reflect on your own experiences over the season of Easter. In what ways have you been surprised by resurrection? What new things are you aware of that are emerging into life? How does God ask you to nurture them into maturity in this ongoing Easter season?
Easter Sunday by Ana Lisa De Jong
It’s always amazing to me how each Resurrection Sunday I am affected anew, freshly struck with the wonder of Easter Sunday, as though I am standing there 2000 years ago, Jesus having just risen, and the tomb only empty a few hours. As though I have only just heard of Jesus meeting the disciples on the road to Emmaus, or showing the disciples the wounds in his side and palms. The story of Easter comes alive for me again as I re-enter it, and I think as Christians we share this special remembrance, but have our own unique ways of experiencing it. Yes, it becomes a very personal thing on Easter Sunday, our faith; despite our knowing that Christianity is a universal religion that we share, and though we may reflect with others during Holy Week, Easter Sunday is very much about the risen Lord and what it means to us as individuals. The Holy Spirit, the Spirit of Truth causes the knowledge to come upon us afresh, reminding us how Jesus’s ascension to heaven affects us personally, intimately, in terms of our journey and relationship with God. Knowing our lives without Jesus would never have been the same, we respond with rejoicing, cherishing the knowledge close to our hearts. Just like Mary in Luke 2:19 ‘treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart’, we after his death and celebrating his resurrection, ponder what his life means to us, and world around us; and we see everything afresh, in the light of the resurrection story.
A Love Story
It’s a love story.
As all good lovers know
there is a blueprint to follow,
for a love story
to ring true.
And Your love for us
is the love of a lifetime,
an eternity even,
from the beginning,
of time, to amen.
Your love for us
exists in every note,
of all the lovers’ ballads,
which man has ever yet
composed.
Oh yes, Your love, for us
lies woven in every story
ever told,
which spoke of daring,
and of loss,
and triumph after all.
Yes, Your love, for us
is in the hearts, of everyone –
of all who love
wholeheartedly,
only to have to go on alone.
For Your love, in truth
is lived out by us.
In all of us,
who behold Your story,
and allow it to determine our part.
From the cradle
to the cross;
from time’s beginning
to Your sacrifice,
and its final accomplishment.
We wait, and we trust
and we know just a little
of what it is to love
truly,
because you’ve shown us.
What it means to come and give up,
to lose what can’t be kept,
to gain what can’t be lost.
Ana Lisa de Jong
“all those who have waited with love for him to come again will receive a crown.”
2 Timothy 4:8
Poem by Andy Wade
By Andy Wade
Like a river flowing to the ocean only to be evaporated, return to the sky, and fall as rain, all of life has a cycle. For each one of us, indeed for the whole creation, there is life flowing from the hand of God, navigating the landscape of life, death, and returning to God.
Last week we explored darkness and death. What a depressing and terrifying thing if that’s the end of the story. But we know it’s not the end. This week as we prepare for Resurrection Sunday, we delve into the reality of a vacant cross and an empty tomb.
These two contrasting images, death and life, swirl in my mind. So much of life can be understood as a running away from or denying the reality of death. Yet creation testifies that there is much more. Like the seed buried in the earth only to spring to life and emerge as a beautiful flower, so it is with us. We will die, but we will also rise again! In the Eucharistic liturgy of the Episcopal Church these words are recited every Sunday:
Christ Has Died
Christ is Risen
Christ Will Come Again
Even in the cycle of God’s salvation there is death and new life.
However there is another side to all of this. God placed us in the garden to till and to keep it. We are both part of creation and the caretakers of creation. To us belongs the profound gift and holy responsibility of ensuring the whole creation continues its God-breathed cycle of praise and worship through the act of living and dying and living again.
But “we have done those things which we ought not to have done, and we have left undone those things which we ought to have done.” Having imposed our lustful appetites for more onto creation, we have disrupted the sacred dance of creation.
It is a constant challenge to hold together the mysteries of death and resurrection. Our tendency is to emphasize one over the other as we craft a theology that makes us a bit more comfortable.
Yet it is precisely this balance we must hold in our hands each day. Wherever we look we see signs of both life and death. And, if we are paying attention, we realize that our actions also reflect the power of life and death in the whole creation around us.
Expectantly I wait for resurrection. And as I wait I notice that creation is crying out. Creation testifies against me as it desperately attempts to gain my attention. “While you proclaim resurrection”, creation accuses, “you crucify the very nature that God formed into life and entrusted into your care!”
That may seem extreme to some. But the seasons of earth are a gift from God reminding us that we are all part of this dance of life, death, and resurrection. The song creation sings is a prophetic song of worship. Each fall it reminds us that we too are created, we too will die and return to the earth. But in the spring it reminds us that resurrection is always just around the corner. New life will break through the muck and mire, first a shoot, then a branch, and suddenly before we realize it, a tree so large the birds make their home there.
What are the everyday signs of resurrection around you?
What are the normal reminders of natural death that lead to resurrection?
Where do you see abnormal death around you? How might creation be warning you to change your ways?
This fireplace and cooking area (in Dingle, County Kerry, Ireland) makes me think of the fire around which Peter and the crowd of people huddled as Jesus was “examined” by the High Priest in the wee hours of the night. Good Friday is a day where we are called to “walk with Jesus” as he moves through torture and harassment by the guards through a kangaroo court with Annas, Caiaphas, Herod, and even Pilate, finally to the cross and tomb.
Throughout my years of ministry, I have led or been a part of a variety of Good Friday observances. They have ranged from full-scale recreations of Jesus’ last day to a liturgy of hymns and scripture lessons. As Rowan Wyatt asks in the title of his article for Good Friday, “What’s so Good About Friday?”, I believe that we often are in such a hurry to get through Holy Week to Easter Sunday, that we forget to stop and ponder the significance of Holy Week.
I have to admit, as a pastor (and previously as an Air Force Chaplain) I find myself so caught up in all of the special worship services (from designing to leading them) that by the time Good Friday rolls around my mind is set on preparation for Easter Sunday. A perfect example of this is the fact that it is Monday of Holy Week and I am just now getting around to writing an article about Good Friday after first preparing the Bulletin for our Easter Sunday service at Presbyterian Community Church of the Rockies!
On Palm Sunday I encouraged myself and my congregation to be the voice of Christ for the voiceless or else Christ would call the very stones that make up the Rocky Mountain National Park to start speaking out. Can you imagine the noise that the Rocky Mountains could make? Wow! A part of that encouragement was to slow down and truly focus on what Holy Week and the last week of Jesus’ earthly life was truly all about. As we hiked in the Rockies on Sunday afternoon, I found myself having to slow my mind down. I guess that was a precursor to what we are called to do during Holy Week.
On Good Friday my challenge will be to truly walk with Jesus and the disciples and the women through that day. The challenge will be to do more than lip service to the day in our Ecumenical Good Friday Service in town. Perhaps I need to slow down and spend some time sitting quietly before the symbolic fire as Peter did and ask myself the simple question he was asked. “You are one of them aren’t you? Don’t you know him?” And if I know him, am I willing to speak boldly for the widows, orphans, and voiceless in his name? Or am I going to leave that job to the Rocks!
By Rowan Wyatt
I remember at school during an R.E. lesson being incredibly confused by the notion of ‘Good Friday’. I walked up to the desk behind which sat Mr. Purcer our chain smoking, alcoholic Religious Education teacher, he eyed me warily as I approached, expecting mockery. He looked at me from behind glasses which partially hid eyes showing signs of having given up, and said with a slight sigh, “Yes, Rowan”?
I asked what was to be one of the most profound questions I had ever asked, for as an angry child of 14 I had no idea of faith. “What’s so good about Friday if Jesus was murdered on that day? Shouldn’t it be called Bad Friday?”, I asked earnestly. Startled by being asked an interesting question for a change he sat me down and ignoring the near rioting going in in the rabble filled classroom, proceeded to explain to me, for half an hour, what was meant by Good Friday.
The whole thing was laid out for me. No vicar, pastor or Christian had ever taken the time to explain what happened on that day, high on the splintering wooden gallows and what it meant for me, FOR ME! Up till that point nothing had been done for me. My Family didn’t want me, my only friends were books and my beloved Grandfather had recently died. But I learned that day that someone loved me enough to die for me, FOR ME! Not only that, I was no longer alone for he was always with me and loved me, LOVED ME!!
So Good Friday finally made sense. I pray it finally gets to make sense for the rest of the world which is as riotous as that classroom where I finally learnt what it meant.
On the Cross R.R. Wyatt
The sound of hammer on nail
Still reverberates around the hill
As your head sinks to your chest
Your last breath gone
And a single raindrop falls.
A tear from God as his son
Gives way and leaves his sight
The tortured bloody frame
Hanging in shame
A victim of our iniquity.
The sky blackens and seethes
As the rain begins to fall
Cleansing the torn limp body
Washing it clean
Sluicing the blood to the earth.
A crack of thunder resounds
And the gathered scatter afeared
Just a few remain, bearing witness
To a beloved’s death
Yanked with indignity from the wood.
And the storm in its ferocity wails
Cracking deep the temple in rage
With a grief profound as truth
As the lamb slain
Is taken to a tomb, for a while.
© Rowan Robert Wyatt 2015, Taken from the forthcoming poetry volume, Lux Aeturna
Image by James Prescott
By James Prescott
When we speak of lent, we often think about what we’re giving up. Whether it’s the bog standard chocolate (which was one of the things I did give up this year, by the way) or TV, or Netflix, or some other sacrifice we’re making – it’s often described simply in those terms.
However, this year, when deciding how to approach lent, I felt differently. It appeared to me that this was more than simply setting something down for a season to remind me what was important. It was deeper this year. I gave up Netflix, chocolate and junk food, not simply to give something up. But because I wanted to replace them with something better.
I wanted to spend more time reading – books, and above all the Bible. I wanted to be physically healthier. In other words, I was trying to get rid of garbage which was stopping me from living a healthy life, and embrace habits which would allow me to live the vibrant life God has for me.
In essence, I was putting to death old habits, and attempting to let new ones rise up from their ashes.
Because this time, with Lent I didn’t simply want it to be about giving up something because I should. I wanted it to be for something. To serve a purpose. To be something I was participating in, which would transform me, and lead me closer to God.
If we’re to participate in Lent, there has to be a purpose to it. It has to be about a way we connect both with the divine Himself, but also with who He wants us to be – indeed how we already were, but didn’t see – and how He created us to be. And this applies both individually and corporately.
Because it may be there are things about us – talents, passions, callings – we’ve simply not seen, or have blinded ourselves to.
And as we participate in Lent more fully, and make sacrifices with a purpose, choose a new habit instead of the one we gave up – we give God space to reveal more of who we already are, so we can pursue the life He has for us.
My hope for you – and for myself – this Lent is that we discover more of God, deepen your relationship with Him, but also that we discover more who we are and how God made us to be.
That way, we can begin to take action to make God’s dreams for us a reality.
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