These days many consider Easter to be nothing more than bunnies and chocolate eggs. But fore me, Easter is so much more. Easter is about Jesus' overcoming death and thus overcoming that dark force for those who believe in Him. In this age of prove it science, many refuse to believe. For them religion is okay for others, but it's not for them. For others it matters not one whit what one believes. All truth is relative for them. Due to a struggle I plunged into when I was a very young woman, I beg to differ. But first a peek into the earlier years of my life...
I was raised by Christian parents, educated in Christian elementary schools, attended a public high school, and continued my education at two different Christian colleges. As is well known, a little knowledge is as dangerous thing...especially to faith. I became disillusioned and soon flipped into agnosticism. It became convenient not to believe in anything at all. With no Supreme Being to whom I was accountable, I could do as I pleased without moral constraint. Told that this enormous universe had been set in motion by the collision of random molecules, my childhood faith dissolved. Now I could easily do as I pleased, skating near the edge of eternal disaster.
Fast forward a couple of years to the day I met a couple of loving Christians who became friends. They challenged me awakening my search for ultimate truth. I thought if I knew the truth, then I'd be free from the inner anxiety that nagged at me. I decided to challenge whatever had set this universe in motion. I said, "God, if you are real and the teachings in the Bible are true, then I want proof that you're real!" Audacious, right? Not really. Foolish, more likely. That night as I closed my eyes, Jesus appeared on the "screen" of my mind. A feeling of peace enveloped me...and I instantly knew...without a shadow of doubt...that Jesus is REAL...more real than anything I'd ever encountered before that night. Within a couple of days, I made a drawing of Him as I "saw" Him. That picture hangs on the wall of my house as a reminder...lest I forget...or ever doubt my experience.
What does all this have to do with Easter? Simply this. Jesus' resurrected and living today is why I celebrate Easter! Not bunnies. Not eggs. Not chocolate goodies or jelly bean eggs. Jesus is the reason for the season, as we say at Christmas.
Today by God's grace, I'm a believer. Jesus is who He was reported to be by the Bible. One New Testament author reports what Jesus said to doubting Thomas...that those who believe without seeing are truly blessed. Myself? I identify with Thomas. I'm blessed even though I had to "see" to believe. That's my experience.
Call me crazy if you will or perhaps a person could accept that a person who believes isn't necessarily nuts...that it is true that Jesus Christ is real...that there is a huge God who set this immense expanding universe in motion...that this God cares a whole lot about this planet...that He loves those who live on it in spite of the fact that He is a Being who transcends what we know of the universe...is actually bigger than that...God deigned to become one of us to show us what love truly is. That, my friends, is truly mind boggling!
Praying you have a blessed Easter, my friends. Until the next post, I remain,
Cassandra Wessel, aka, Cass or Sandy to my friends