i Love what Jesus did. i hate what we have made “easter”

For the first time as a Christian, I've woken up with a love-hate relationship with Easter.

I love what Jesus did. I hate what we've made it.

We come back from our feel-good Easter service — we've done our penance at the cross, shed our tears, remembered His suffering — and somehow we still miss the point. Not just what He suffered. What we gained. Renewal, yes. Reflection, yes. But where is the quickening?

Tears without change are an empty show. He didn't just die so we could feel something — He died so we could have life, and have it abundantly. And not just life — that same resurrection power has been deposited in us. The Great Commission should be the first thing on our minds. Not Easter lunch. (Which, for the record, is delicious.)

Here's what struck me: the moment Jesus was crucified, the priests tried to return to normal. Back to their Sabbath checklists — which definitely included food. Two groups emerged — one clinging to the form of godliness, the other paralyzed by fear of what had just happened.

But God didn't cooperate with their normalcy.

He trampled through their plans. He dismantled everything they clung to out of habit and tradition. And in its place He pushed something they couldn't contain — His life. The resurrection didn't just raise Jesus. It declared that the old order was finished.

Which group are you in?

The world is in chaos. We are embedded in this present darkness as lights, as solutions — not people consumed with what's on their plate. "Whose god is their belly" — that's not just an idiom, that's a diagnosis. Selah.

Takeaway: What does this day actually mean to you — and how will you respond to it?

Eat. Celebrate. Then run toward the mission.

Just don't go back to sleep.