Alleluia! Christ is risen!
He is risen indeed, my friends. Alleluia!
I pray that you all are holding up well and that you are staying home if possible. I give thanks every day that, so far, none in our community have gotten sick. I pray that that continues and that you all stay safe.
This Easter has been a strange one, that’s for sure. But in many ways it actually mirrors the first Easter quite well. On the day of Jesus resurrection, there was no celebration. There were no parades, brass quintets, or ham dinners. There were no bunnies and colorful eggs. The day began early in the morning, while it was still dark, with weeping and grief.
Even Jesus’ appearance didn’t clear things up entirely. Back at the tomb, Mary Magdalene didn’t recognize him. She mistook him for the gardener until he said her name. The disciples spent their Easter hiding in a locked room, and it took touching Jesus hands and side for Thomas to believe.
That first Easter was marked with doubt, fear, and uncertainty. But no amount of anxiety could alter the truth that Jesus Christ was risen. This is still the truth this week, my friends. Jesus Christ is risen. Even though we can’t gather to hear that story, Jesus Christ is risen. Even though we, too, are stuck at home, possibly afraid, Jesus Christ is risen. Even though we may be depressed, Jesus Christ is risen.
We will continue to join together in worship and celebration through virtual gatherings and in letters and videos. If you are interested in helping to make masks to donate to health care workers, please call the church and let us know. Also, if you would like a list of parishioners who are in particular need of a friendly call, please let the church know. If you have internet access, but do not have an email address, please consider creating one. I would also encourage you to join Facebook, as that is the easiest and most timely place to find information from the church.
I’ll leave you with this prayer from Pastor Nadia Bolz-Weber, pastor of House for All Sinners and Saints, Denver, Colorado.
As you did your son, Drag us out of our tombs.
There is no virtue in the world, no lifestyle choices, no amount of wokeness that can pull the sun up from the East each day, Lord.
So turn our heads, even if ever so slightly, toward the dawn, so that we may know that it is your grace that both raises the sun and raises the dead.
Even if we have given up, yank us out of our graves of choice. Rescue us from despairing.
When we return to tombs that are no longer meant for us—revive old resentments, pick up a drink after years of sobriety; again give pieces of our hearts to that which can never love us back—remind us that you never tire of reaching into tombs and loving us back to life.
Comfort the dying, Lord.
Revive the faltering.
Grant us joy and make our song Alleluia…not because we aren’t paying attention, but because we are.
All love and peace to you,
Pastor Shea Berbaum