Easter Sunday.

Resurrection day.

I’ve been doing this a long time. I’ve been to many churches, been a part of many denominations. One thing all these churches agree on is the Resurrected Christ. That’s a good thing. But the view of the Resurrected Christ that I’ve taken part in my whole life goes something like this:

The tomb opens. It’s empty. The angels say “don’t be scared.” Then the disciples see Jesus wearing a blue sash with holes in his hands, and a smile on his face that says, somewhat sarcastically, “What were you worried about? Everything’s alright, baby!” And then we all say “Aww yay! Jesus is risen!” And go on with our lives Monday morning, eating leftover candy the Easter Bunny left in his eggs (seriously, am I the only one who doesn’t get that? Bunnies laying eggs?).

I may be exaggerating a little. I am. But you get it. We all know what our American culture has painted the Easter story to be. And believe me, I do think that some of that story is good. I kind of like it in a way. But the Resurrection is so much deeper than this.

This year, I am trying to really look deeper into Jesus’ eyes when I run into Him post-empty tomb. I am really trying to understand the depth and beauty of what taking part in His Resurrection means. And the deeper I go, the more unsettled I get.

Not a bad unsettled, necessarily. It’s more just realizing how big of a deal it is. And how much of the idea I still don’t really get.

It’s the miracle-of-all-miracles. It changed the world forever. It subverted the empirical system at the time, and continues to subvert any system we could ever think of. It didn’t cheat death, it defeated it. Most importantly, the Resurrection ushered in God’s mercy and grace to ALL OF US. Jesus leveled the playing field.

Before being nailed to the cross, Jesus knew more suffering than most of humanity knows. In that suffering, beyond atonement, God showed how much He loves us and identifies with our pain and suffering. And on the cross, Jesus was even worried. He felt forsaken. He seemed sure, yet unsure, that all of this was going to work. Jesus’ fully human side came out in full force during his last few moments on the cross. Jesus was fully with us, in a way that we could understand.

And yet, three days later, the tomb is empty. Jesus was victorious over death. We get to see the one place where we truly find life—in the Resurrected Christ.

In becoming human, giving himself to death, and then in defeating that death, God has shown us not the good news, but the best news: that EVERYONE has hope for victory because of the fact that HE IS RISEN.

Here is a short piece that I did for an event at our church that further illustrates this idea: