There are as many ways to say Happy Easter as their are modern languages. How many ways of saying it have been lost to the collective mind of our modern world? How did the Goths say it? How did the first Copts of Egypt call out to their fellow believers “He is risen, Christ has defeated the grave!”? How does our world cry out this same thing in this time? Easter; a festival of colored earth.
The wealth of this world, my world of Seattle, is immeasurable. From my church family this morning, to the family of my birth this afternoon, from my breakfast of rich coffee, to my post-dinner plastic egg filled with peanut M&Ms. The richness we are blessed with is overwhelming in the physical sense. The richness we are blessed with spiritually is incomprehensible. One of the first and best lessons I learned from my pastor Bill Berger came in the form of an answer he gave regarding the Holy Trinity: three gods in one. He said he couldn’t explain it, and that’s when I knew I could trust him.
I can not explain it either, or days like today, magnificent days like today; days when I wake up so very rich while still not having the capacity to even appreciate what it means to live and to be so completely loved by God.
albaniacalling 