Tomorrow on Easter, I will not be going to a church building and celebrate with fellow believers. Easter will look very different this year. I feel a little sad and disturbed. Easter is the biggest day of the year for Christians.
I love the big event. Churches around the world pull out all the stops for this special day. They do special music, everyone is dressed up, we usually see the biggest crowds, those who don’t usually attend show up, there may be an egg hunt on the lawn, the preacher will have his sermon refined to a fine point and rehearsed to a place where he could do it without notes. It is a wonderful day in the controlled chaos that is called Easter. All in the hope of a spiritual breakthrough for someone on the edges of the church.
I’m sad that it won’t be happening this year. Or at least not in the way that I’m used to.
Yet then I must take a step back and come to the realization, Church is about more than the big event happening at your building. It’s about the big event that happened 2,000 years ago in Jerusalem when it was discovered that there wasn’t a body in Jesus’ tomb.
This is a time of social distancing and face masks. For some, it is a time which, “the Church has left the building.”
There is a valuable truth to be comprehended here. When the Church is forced not to meet together there comes to us a lesson. That lesson is: the church is not a building, WE ARE THE CHURCH. Church isn’t an event you go to. It’s a people you belong to.
So as you gather around your blue tinged screens, watching a message or two, please remember and set your hearts on the founder. A founder who came out of the grave on the third day.
HE HAS RISEN.
HE HAS RISEN, INDEED.