So, last week, I read this post from Kristen Howerton with great interest. I took in the words and pondered her stance. Honestly? It all makes a great deal of sense. Logically, I am SO on-board with all she is saying. Because, really? Getting all emotional, whether distraught or ecstatic, over a single day just because the calendar tells you to? Well, that just seems bizarre.
But, even though my brain wanted to nod along, my heart ached a bit. I knew it wasn’t like that for me. I knew that, while her words rang smart and bright and accurate in their logical explanation, they didn’t read as authentic and true for my own tender feelings.
Because, when I went, on Holy Thursday, to the Feast of the Last Supper, I was so terribly moved. I shook a bit, sitting there on the altar steps, imagining our Lord serving his disciples, so humbly, so tenderly.
And on Good Friday, when I walked behind a cross along Main St. with Christians of all denominations, singing “Were You There When They Crucified My Lord?”, I choked, throwing things off for a bit because, honestly, I’m one of the loud singers that other people follow.
Later that day, I attended the Good Friday service at our church. It was somber. It was heavy. It was intense. Our priest couldn’t quite finish the homily without choking up. And I wept.
Honestly, it was a tough two days, emotionally. It was draining. It was heart-breaking. It was powerful and sorrowful and absolutely soul-stirring.
But the thing is…
All that sadness? All that heaviness? All that somber preparation?
Meant that, come Easter morning, the JOY was all the more incredible. It was truly all-encompassing, this wonder and excitement. The thrill and hope of “our triumphant holy day” set my heart alight.
So… yeah. Should we only acknowledge Christ’s sacrifice and resurrection once a year? No. Should we always be cognizant of the price He so willingly paid to save us? Absolutely.
Nope. I’m all in.
I’m one who needs to feel all the feels. I need to ride that wave of emotion, down into the shallows and up onto the highest crest. I want to weep and bow down and then lift my face in utter celebration.
And, though I may not have a totally logical argument for it?
I’m totally okay with it.
How about you? Are you kind of “meh” about Easter? Or a total “feeler” like me? Somewhere in the middle?