It’s difficult to imagine where the beginning point of the Christian faith actually is. Is it in the Garden of Eden? The People of Israel? The Christmas Event? The Ministry of Christ? The Cross of Forgiveness? The Ascension? The Spirit? The Acts of the Apostles?
All of these are starting points. Some might be re-starting points, actually; an alt-ctrl-del.
In the beginning of the natural word, scientists believe, the mass of the all things converted into energy and moved outward, forming a Universe, something that did not previously exist. Everything was energy and motion, heat and light. From the moment after the beginning, time existed, but operated differently. Space didn’t function as it does now. There was now an end point and all things were spiralling toward it – regardless of how distant.
Easter is the Big Bang of Christianity
Easter is the starting point where the spiritual mass of all things converted into power and began to move outward, shaping a movement, something that previously did not exist.
While, in mythologies it was pretty common, the idea that a flesh and blood man could die and be literally resurrected had never happened. It’s very different to say that a character in the Egyptian story of the Gods rose from the dead and that guy right there did it.
Jesus was born.
Most people are.
Jesus minsitered to the masses.
Lots of people do.
Jesus claimed to be the fulfillment of prophecy.
Lots of people had.
Jesus died on the cross.
Lots of people did.
Jesus rose from the grave.
That moment meant that his birth was different.
That moment meant that his ministry was real.
That moment meant that he was who the Scriptures pointed to.
That moment meant that he his death was special.
That moment meant that his past was capable of bringing the future into the present.
Easter is the bright collision of God and history. That early morning, the power of God came into being in a way that it simply never had before.
Before that morning, Death was the end of life.
Easter brought an end to death.
Before that morning, the grave was the destiny of man.
Easter rerouted our itenerary.
Before that morning, life was measured in years.
Easter measures it in eternity.
Before that morning, we waited.
Easter proclaimed, ‘The wait is over.’
Before that morning our hope had grown dim.
On Easter, Hope became a wellspring eternal.
Mary stood outside near the tomb, crying. As she cried, she bent down to look into the tomb. She saw two angels dressed in white, seated where the body of Jesus had been, one at the head and one at the foot. The angels asked her, “Woman, why are you crying?”
She replied, “They have taken away my Lord, and I don’t know where they’ve put him.” 14 As soon as she had said this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, but she didn’t know it was Jesus. Jesus said to her, “Woman, why are you crying? Who are you looking for?”
Thinking he was the gardener, she replied, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him and I will get him.” Jesus said to her, “Mary.”
She turned and said to him in Aramaic, “Rabbouni” (which means Teacher). Jesus said to her, “Don’t hold on to me, for I haven’t yet gone up to my Father. Go to my brothers and sisters and tell them, ‘I’m going up to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.’” Mary Magdalene left and announced to the disciples, “I’ve seen the Lord.” Then she told them what he said to her.
John 20:11-18 (CEB)