Joy | Easter Day

I’ve thought a lot about the feelings the biblical Easter stories holds this week. There is the simple, easy joy that is contagious, but isn’t deep as we meet it in the crowd on Palm Sunday. The wonder and worry as we read through the happenings on Maundy Thursday and the sorrow of Good Friday.

I’ve been thinking about Jesu’s friends and his followers, the closest few especially. How did they feel? How much did they understand of things as they happened? What would I have felt if I lived through the days together with them? (The easy answer to the last question: all the feelings possible, from good to bad – and back again! But, wow, what a week!)

open grave

Easter Day is a very special day. It’s the day that we celebrate the impossible. That Christ is risen. That hope is restored. Only, this day is not filled with the carefree joy from Palm Sunday. This is a joy that had a high price, a joy that is deep and founded in Gods love for us. For all of us. First told by the women visiting the grave, not expecting anything else but to do what tradition and love asked. Instead they met an empty tomb and an angel giving them the best message any human have ever been told to deliver: He is not here, he is risen from the death! No wonder they hurried back to the others, no wonder their voices filled with hope and joy as they told and retold.

Every day I felt a little bit of that joy. Today I remind my self to savor it, to recognize it, to appreciate it and to share it with others. Happy Easter, indeed!!

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To Serve | Maundy Thursday

A little Sunday Thought on a Thursday, as this Thursday is filled with stories. Stories that surprise, that heal and stories that splits. Here is one of them:

After teaching and healing by the temple for several days he gathered his friends together for the Easter meal. As they sat down to enjoy the feast he surprisingly took of his cape and filled a bucket with water. He knelt down beside the first one. He wanted to wash their feet. A dirty job usually deserved for the lowest low. What was their Master doing?!

As he continued to wash their feet he let them know – and feel – what love was. What love is. The water and the act of cleaning bound them together. He was not put here on earth to rule, but to serve. To give himself for others. To set us free.

Peter was the only one that dared to protest. He did not like to have his Master and Teacher kneeling down beside him with his bucket of water and towel in his belt ready to wash. No, Peter said, I can not let you do this. If I don’t do this we have nothing in common, Jesus answered, this act bind us together in compassion, in love and in faith.

Peter let Jesus wash his feet. Of course he did.

What would you have done?!

Washing feet (–> read John chapter 13 to learn more about Maundy Thursday)

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Happy Easter Day

Happy Easter

My Grandpa always told me that it wasn’t really a happy easter until Easter Day. I’m not so sure if I agree, because every day – throughout the year – is a Happy Easter because of what Jesus did almost two thousand years ago. But I still tend to think about my Grandpa when it comes to this, so today I’m going to say – with my broadest smile and warmest voice:

I wish you all a Blessed and Happy Easter Day!

HE IS RISEN! He is here.

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