What does the aftermath of Easter look like?
Realistically, it looks a bit messy. Lots of dirty dishes. Piles of leftover food. Floors that need to be swept after all the feet that stepped on them. Easter eggs in the yard that won’t be found until next fall. Exhausted humans.
Spiritually, it looks a bit messy too. On Sunday we relish in the holiday of Easter—the fancy dresses, bright colors, beautiful music, and smiles all around. We sit in the hope of our King who has come to defeat sin and wipe our debt clean.
And then Monday morning hits. The weight comes back. The grey sets in.
I carry the pressures of success. The world says I need to perform and execute. I need to “get ahead.” I carry the stress of education. I begin to measure my worth in numbers and letters.
The world looks dark and feels hopeless. Life throws twists in the road and I blindly stumble around trying to find my way. The headlines are filled with mass shootings, violent riots, and covert bombings. A classmate struggles with depression. A family friend is dying. I wrestle with anxiety.
The beauty of spring is that after a grey and cold winter, color and warmth return to the earth. Each year spring brings new life and with it new hope. The beauty of Easter is that when darkness enshrouds us, light has come. Each year I am reminded that true life is attainable and real hope can be found. To me, Easter coming in the spring represents the way the physical mirrors the spiritual.
Yet the Resurrection of Jesus is not a moment we point to but a constant grace we live in. When the smiles, sun, colors, and music fade, the grace remains.
This is the aftermath.
You were once at odds with God, wicked in your ways and evil in your minds; but now He has reconciled you in His body—in His flesh through His death—so that He can present you to God holy, blameless, and totally free of imperfection as long as you stay planted in the faith. So don’t venture away from what you have heard and taken to heart: the living hope of the good news that has been announced to all creation under heaven and has captured me, Paul, as its servant. (Colossians 1:21-23).
The hope does not end after Easter. The joy is not a passing feeling. Yet each day we must choose—will I follow? Following is not a once a lifetime choice or a once a year choice, it is a daily choice. Jesus has already made you whole. He has already cancelled your debt. But living in that wholeness and accepting the cancellation is a daily decision.
Spring is creation crying out for new life and light. Easter is our hearts crying out for renewed hope and grace.
On this foggy Monday morning, I am holding on to the reality that spring has come and the light is returning—it just doesn’t always look that way. And on this Monday morning where stress and anxiety are attempting to take hold, I am holding on to the reality that Jesus is victorious and my identity rests in Him—it just doesn’t always feel that way.
In the aftermath, I’ll choose to stand in the light of spring and the hope of Easter.