Easter
Sunday is perhaps the most important day of the Christian year. While Easter
could not happen apart from the incarnation, the work of Christ is not complete
apart from Easter. As Paul wrote, “If Christ is not risen our faith is in
vain.” No Easter, no church.
Personally,
Easter is also my favorite day of the Christian year. Advent, Christmas, Epiphany, and Lent – the other “big” seasons
and days – are important of course. But these seasons tend to lead me to more
contemplative practices and quiet reflection. In addition, Christmas has become
so commercialized, that I find is difficult to focus on Christ with all the
parties, presents, and other preparations of that season.
By
contrast, Easter is pure joy. Our family has never allowed this most joyful of
days to become infected with bunnies, baskets, and the like. The focus has
always been Christ. That not only means less work for me, but also the blessing
of triumphant celebration for the miracle of the resurrection. At Easter, the
road of suffering has given way to jubilant victory over death. All the ways
that sin has marred this world, as John Calvin says, have been defeated. The
new creation has begun.
This Easter
was different, in a good way. It was more joyful, more rich than any I have
celebrated before. This year I saw Easter through the eyes of age. You see on January
5 my husband and I became grandparents. And this past Sunday, Easter Sunday,
our first grandchild was baptized. This baptism also happened to be the
birthday of our son, his father.
As our son
and daughter-in-law presented their son for baptism the pastor asked them for
his name. They stated his name and the pastor asked them a series of questions.
“On behalf of the whole Church, do you renounce the spiritual forces of
wickedness, reject the evil powers of this world, and repent of your sin? Do
you accept the freedom and power God gives you to resist evil, injustice, and oppression in whatever forms
they present themselves? Do you confess Jesus Christ as your Savior, put your
whole trust in his grace, and promise to serve him as your Lord, in union with
the Church which Christ has opened to people of all ages, nations, and races?” Each time they answered, as expected, “We do.”
And then
the final question, “Will you nurture this child in Christ’s holy Church, that by your teaching and example he may be guided to accept
God’s grace for himself, to profess his faith openly, and to lead a Christian life?”
Once again, “We do.”
Suddenly it
occurred to me, in a way that it had not before, that the promises of God made
to our son at his baptism twenty-nine years ago were being affirmed in a rich
new way before my very eyes. Our son had accepted God’s promises some years
earlier through his profession of faith. But now another layer was being added.
The covenant promises were being extended to the next generation. On this
Easter Sunday we were witnessing the promise of new life in Christ being
offered to our son’s child. This was resurrection multiplied.
I felt just a little like Simeon. I
had witnessed God’s salvation. I have lived to see my children’s children. But
more than that, I was witnessing God’s ongoing covenant faithfulness to his
people, from generation, to generation…..