When Jesus died, many walked away. It was over. So few believed he would one day live again as he promised.
I have been there. Thought it was over. Thought the pit was too deep to ever dig out of. Lost faith that the promise would be fulfilled, that beauty would be exchanged for ashes, that there would be a new day, and the sun would come up tomorrow. I just walked away thinking it is over.
Easter is the promise that it is not over, ever. Life triumphs over death. There will be a new day. Beauty does come from ashes.
I have watched as my faith grew, so did the sunshine, the beauty, my life. It is Easter every day as life triumphs over death. Every day.
I think of the darkest hour on Good Friday when so many lost faith. It is easy to lose faith when circumstances, reality, tells you it is over. But, we are not bound by circumstances or reality. Because there is God. Nothing is impossible. All can be fixed. Light can eliminate darkness. Life can come from death.
I carry the Easter promise all year long. As challenges come up, I think of that promise. I think of those that walked away and I stand fast, knowing, believing.
If Jesus can come back from brutality, betrayal, crucifixion and death, surely, I can come back from anything life challenges me with.