First of all, an apology that this is a day late. I was so busy doing Easter that I ran out of time to write about it, but having finished our Lenten journey with silence, it felt right that we should return for the celebration.
But of course if it is a celebration it is a bittersweet one. Last night I was involved in a reflective worship event, and half way through we got news of the bomb attack in Lahore. Such tragedy doesn’t fit with the triumphant picture of Easter Sunday we want to paint, but we cannot close our eyes to it and so Simon spoke about the truth that we still live in the whole of Easter.
The resurrection did not and does not mean that everything is okay, but it does mean that one day everything will be. It does mean that we can pray for Lahore and Brussels and Ankara and our neighbour who is slowly dying from cancer in the faith that there is life and hope beyond death and suffering.
The son has risen as a promise that the sun will rise. That is the Easter story.