I woke up at 10:44am. And like any other day I made my rounds, checked to see my missed calls and texts, looked through facebook and twitter and saw dozens upon dozens of extended blessings for a Happy Easter. So I laid there, head resting on hands resting on a pillow top, and I whispered, “Thank you.” The sun bowed it’s head for a moment and I waited. I waited for an overwhelmingly feeling of Love and gratitude to surround me and jerk tears from my eyes, but they didn’t come. I waited to feel His Love. I hoped that in His busy Easter morning schedule, that He’d find the time to detour a bit and lay next to me for awhile. I hoped He’d impose the significance of His sacrifice on my emotions and leave me prostrate. But He didn’t. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, slid on some shorts, and went to the bathroom. Disappointed, eh, maybe a little. It’s Easter. If there is a day where I ought to be on my knees in humility, thanking Him profusely for purpose in a world of futility, slain in His spirit, this would be it. But instead I’m sitting in front of my computer screen. But I’m beginning to think, maybe, that I don’t need to cry. That Love isn’t a plethora of unexpected miracles. It isn’t mountains crumbling and falling into the sea, a withered fig tree or making Moscato from Ozarka. Lol. Loving God is like a marriage. Long, arduous, often boring…but consistent and reliable…filling. Not like a swollen belly after a four course meal, but satisfying, the gift of balanced nutrition and a healthy shell working in tandem with a bustling spirit. And just as in marriage, your relationship with God is what you make it. I don’t need the supernatural, because if I open my eyes wide enough, for long enough, the natural starts to look real super to me. Taking the time to get lost in the magnificence of a warm sky, watching the bumblebees steal from the rich and give to the poor, my dogs sweetly licking my palm after I feed them, a perfect stranger wishing me a Happy Easter. A sacrifice as Loving as this day is meant to remember, I will never be able to fathom…it’s far too big. A Love that simple, that profound…it won’t wring tears every day. I shouldn’t test, poke or prod it, I shouldn’t wait for it as if it had ever left….I should rest in it.
Happy Easter everybody.
“…and, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen.” Matthew 28:20
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