March, 2008
Dear Friends,
Wow,
Easter is early this year! I’ve been
hearing that for weeks, especially among the crowd I hang out with: ministers, music directors and Sunday School
teachers. Palm Sunday is March 16; on
Maundy Thursday, the 20th at 7:30, the kids receiving First
Communion will help me with a light supper and Holy Communion, a celebration to
which you’re all invited; Good Friday is the 21st and at 7:30 we’ll
have a solemn service of Light and
Darkness;
and finally, Easter morning is March 23, and we’ll have two services, at 9:00
and 11:00.
I
can’t tell you why Easter is early this season.
The date changes each year, and if you surf the ‘Net for how one figures
the precise date, you may find this explanation: Easter Sunday is the Sunday following the
Paschal Full Moon date for the year (see Christian Prayer Books for proof of
this concise definition). Or, if
you’re an Easter geek, I’ll refer you to a page with the exact algorithms for
determining the date, which will offer, after eight paragraphs of algebraic
hieroglyphics, this helpful summation:
In other words Easter Day is: if
e < 11 then (e + 21) March, else (e ‑ 10) April. Got that?
So
again, I don’t know why we’re early. I
only know we are. Just like you, I look
at the calendar and say, “Holy Cow, Easter is early!” I don’t know about you, but this puts me in a
wild rush. In addition to our
Holy
Week services, we’re in rehearsals for an ecumenical community theatre
production of the musical GODSPELL, which I’m directing and which we’ll be
performing at
But
wait – think about how wonderful this is.
Life never stops or slows down, does it?
And in the midst of our craziness and hectic man-made (and woman-made)
plans, even in the snow of winter, Easter takes us by surprise. It is early.
It comes whether we want it or not.
It comes whether we get our to-do list done or not. Easter has nothing to do with anything we
do. Christ is alive. Christ has conquered sin and death. By the grace of God, and irrelevant to our
calendars, New Life is born. Christ goes
to the cross, dying for our debt, and is laid in the tomb, dead, buried, and
beyond hope. And then, miraculously,
despite what we know of what is possible or what can be, he lives again that we
might live. He is raised up that we
might have life, and have it abundantly, have it joyfully.
Thanks
be to God that before we’ve even finished shoveling the snow from our walks,
Easter comes. Thanks be to God that when
we’re buried under our projects and day-planners, Easter comes. Thanks be to God that when we’re grieving and
in pain that is beyond what we believe we can bear, beyond what we dare to hope
for, Easter comes.
Easter
is early this year.
Love,
Martin
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