It’s Easter. I should be at church. But I’m not.
I got up early yesterday to freeze my butt off in my 1st 5k of the year. Early is 0630. It’s especially early when you don’t leave work until 2300. I attempted a nap, but sleep failed to come. The weekends at work tend to be crazy, and I need sleep. I would have loved to have gone to a sunrise service at the beach – something I’ve never done – but going on a few hours sleep when my day off isn’t for another 5 days didn’t sound fun. So while Jesus and the sun rose, I slept. It doesn’t help that The General is at work.
I’m in between churches at the moment too. I’m not sure where I belong. I need more information about the new church before I really become invested. My old church is awesome, but there will be about 12,000,000 people there for each of their services and I don’t feel like being the salmon trying to go upstream. And I’m a bit sick of being alone in a crowd.
As I’m waiting for my coffee to be done, I feel like I should have gone somewhere. Why? It’s Easter. I don’t go to church on Christmas because of the crowds (and that work thing). As I’m sitting here thinking I should have gone to the one in my backyard, and my phone bings. My Bible app messaged me.
While the Bible I read is in English, I changed the app settings to be in German – I figured I could navigate it and learn some new German words at the same time. The text was in German. I was able to translate the 1st part, but needed translation software for the 2nd. It read:
“Er ist auferstanden! Lies den Benricht und feiere!” — He has risen! Read the report and celebrate!
The Lord makes me smile. Stop sitting there hemming and hawing about where you didn’t go for church! Pick up your Bible, read the accounts and be joyful that Jesus died for yours (and everyone’s!) sins! And I’m going to do just that!
It was also nice to wake up and come down to an Easter basket filled with all sorts of chocolate and a card from my General, thanking me to for helping him walk with God. Melted my heart. I got him an Easter basket, too. While I didn’t put any candy in there (his weight is starting to concern him, since he’s not running due to a nerve in foot injury), I did put 2 plastic eggs and 2 of his newly favorite craft beers from a local store he couldn’t stop raving about. I wrote a note on a piece of scratch paper: He has risen!
The General wrote back: the Easter bunny and Jesus loves us both.
“If Christ hasn’t come back to life, our message has no meaning and your faith also has no meaning.” (1 corinthians 15:14)