I’m frustrated with Easter today. Every Easter we hear about this wonderful thing that happened at the Cross, about the forgiveness of sins and the resurrection of Jesus. And every Easter there’s a group of people at church I’ve never seen before, and likely will not see again. And then tomorrow we will all go back to our regular lives, while the bunnies and hidden eggs, the pretty dresses and unscuffed shoes fade in our memories.
Isn’t this what happened, when Jesus said He would return? They believed Him, you know. The New Testament writers thought that He really meant it, that Jesus would come back for them in that one final victory. But time went on, and regular life took over. The prophecy faded, and now to modern ears sounds as believable as the Easter bunny.
As I read the Bible, both the Old and New Testaments urge us to yearn for that day when our faith shall become sight. The final victory. Easter isn’t the end of the story, it’s not the whole picture! An important part, to be sure. Without the resurrection, what Jesus did wouldn’t matter one bit. But it seems to me that the rest of the story hinges on His return. Do you believe He’s coming back?