Easter Every Day

I remember an old story called “Christmas Every Day” where a little girl wished for it to be Christmas every day. For a few days, she got her wish. Each morning she found new presents to open, sweets to eat, and relatives and friends to greet. Each afternoon they all had to eat a big feast. After a few days of this, everyone got grouchy. They stopped appreciating the presents and rich foods and got tired of being together. Finally, the girl decided to rescind her wish. She had finally realized that special occasions lose their appeal when they are no longer special, when they recur too often.

Well, I would like to have Easter every day. But not in the way most people tend to think of Easter. I’d like to continue to limit the glorious sunrise services to once a year, on the day when we celebrate the Resurrection of Jesus Christ from the grave. Not really a sweets lover, I’m content to wait until next year for the candy bunnies, chicks, and eggs. Colored hard-boiled eggs are pretty and tasty, but again, next Easter is soon enough.

The Easter I want to celebrate each and every day is the remembrance that Jesus died for my sins and rose from the grave. That His death and Resurrection open the way for me to have eternal life with Him in heaven. That He is risen, just as He said, and He is King of Kings and Lord of Lords, and one day every knee will bow and every tongue confess that He is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.

Yes, I pray for Easter to live in my heart and life every single day. Unlike the girl in the Christmas story, I know I will never tire of this daily celebration, for it is life and truth and hope—both for me and for the whole world.

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