We had a great Resurrection Sunday (a.k.a. Easter; a.k.a. “the biggest Sunday of the year” a.k.a. “no, not the Superbowl”) at PFM. I know God was with us and I am confident that good stuff happened.  People really stepped up and took the risk to invite friends/coworkers/family, and our staff did an awesome job of getting everything ready for the party.

Much more impressive than our production prowess, though, is the steady Truth of the Risen Jesus.  What would we have without the Resurrection?  A good teacher?  Warm moral guidelines?  Everyone trying to be good enough?  Animal blood on the altar?  I stop to consider what life would be like without Jesus.  Quite frankly, much of it would be the same.  We’d probably all still do our thing — work, school, hobbies — but in those quiet moments, we’d be faced with the dilemma of not knowing.  The people who don’t know Jesus… don’t know.  We can do something about that.  There’s still time.

I’m thankful for a great Easter Sunday celebration.  We turn now to the season of Easter — the Sundays that lead up to Pentecost.

It’s true that Reeses Eggs are on clearance right now.  It’s true that I ate 4 of them today.  It’s true that I am full of imitation peanut butter regret.

The stores are moving past Easter and getting the pre-July 4th stuff out.  That’s all well and good, but for Christians, the Rez party continues.  It’s a big deal.  (It’s a big deal indeed)

He is not here. 

He is risen (just like He said!  Remember?)