Yesterday found me on the couch most of the day, rubbing Ella’s back as she threw up. Poor baby girl was sick most of the day. It didn’t really sink in for me until late last night that this meant we wouldn’t be going to church this morning. Easter morning. The most important day for Christianity. Bigger than Christmas because without Easter, Christmas would just be a (approximate) birthday party for some kid born 2000 years ago.
And then it hit me. Going to church and celebrating with other believers is important but it isn’t the end all be all. I can celebrate the resurrection and thank Christ for his sacrifice here at home with my babies. Ella and I can sing Easter hymns while we wash dishes, I can tell her why we celebrate Easter for our nap time story, and we can make resurrection rolls as our after nap snack (provided she hasn’t been sick today).
Easter isn’t just about church, family gatherings, and all the other trappings. Those things are all wonderful and make great memories, but Basil C. Hume said it the best:
“The great gift of Easter is hope – Christian hope which makes us have that confidence in God, in his ultimate triumph, and in his goodness and love, which nothing can shake.”
My children and I can celebrate that hope and confidence in God without all the traditional events. Today will be what I can make of it and I plan on making it a good day.