Isaiah 65:17-20 | John 20:1-18
The fact that you are here this morning tells me that I don’t need to start at the beginning. I don’t need to tell you that Easter isn’t about chocolate eggs, or magic bunnies, or, for that matter, talking horses. I don’t need to convince you that it’s more than a convenient and very welcome four day weekend.
The fact that you’re here, and not having a lie-in, or down at Bunnings for the traditional long weekend Australian DIY bonanza tells me that you know that there is more to this day than many – most – of our friends and neighbours are yet to see.
But I wonder just what it is that you have come to celebrate?
Part of the answer is surely clear – it’s Easter Sunday, we are here to celebrate the day of resurrection. The day when the women went to Jesus’ tomb and found that he was not there, when they heard the words of the angel asking “why are you looking for the living amongst the dead?”; the day Mary heard with amazement the voice she thought she had lost forever speaking her name.
After the darkness of Good Friday – the final and ultimate of all possible wrongs – love overthrown, innocence condemned, God rejected. A day on which everything that is wrong with humanity – greed, prejudice, betrayal, cowardice, manipulation, realpolitik, spiritual blindness – was compressed into a few hours; and after the hopelessness of Saturday, the day after the death, the day when it seemed everything had failed, all hope was gone, all purpose rendered meaningless, finally we reach Sunday morning to find that in the face of Jesus’ unfailing love, life has turned back death, love has conquered hate, and hope has been re-established.
Isn’t that something to celebrate? When good overthrows evil, when right turns out to be stronger than might, don’t we all want to cheers along?
Of course we do. And that is the celebration of Easter. But let’s not stop there… Continue reading