Experience with Resurrection

7 04 2015

Author’s Note:  I apologize that this post is late.  I originally meant to post this on Easter Sunday, but as you can see, it’s a little late.  

 I first heard about resurrection when I was a kid.  While listening to the Easter story, I’d put popsicle sticks together, and glue pom-poms and write in “Jesus is Lord” in Crayola markers.  We’d sing the songs about how Jesus loves me and you.  We’d review other stories we had learned and we would color pictures of the guardsmen standing by the tomb.  We’d eat goldfish and m&ms.  Then, we would go play.

When I was older in elementary school, we would perform something called “bible drills.”  We’d sit at the table, hands on the bible, bible on the table.  Then, my sunday school teacher would military-style call out a random book of the bible, the chapter and the verse.  There, for the first time, I read the resurrection story when I had found the particular page.

In high school, I was a part of this youth group, and we did this sticks ministry thing, where we performed motions with this dowel rod, and we told the story of the resurrection to these songs.

It wasn’t until I was in college that I actually think I recognized and understand what resurrection is….by learning what death is.  Which, sounds very confusing and contradictory.  I know, but bear with me.

Death is incredibly finate.  There’s no fine line. You’re either alive or dead.  There are so many things that are gray areas….but not death.  It’s an either/or.

Dealing with the death of a loved one…it’s hard.  Regardless of the surrounding circumstances….death is hard.  Expected, unexpected, it’s just hard.  There’s not one that’s harder than another, it’s just all hard.  Death came to visit me for the first time when I was in college.  That’s when it was real.  Death came into my life and made it’s home in me, in the form of grief, and has continued to be a friend that sits in the corner of my life.

It was in college that someone told me that the reason grief exists is because we were made to not experience death.  We were never intended to die…but we were intended to live forever.  And death became a reality for our human experience, and the thought that death is the final blow of our lives…that’s just a sucky way to look at it.  I don’t have it all figured out or defined specifically, but all I know is somewhere deep within me, I just know that this life is not all there is.  If there were no reason or meaning beyond this life, then there’s no reason for me to exist with the cousin of grief hanging out there in my corner.

Through dealing with the grief and heartache, I learned about resurrection, the assurance that even though the body is dead, the spirit is still alive and well, and that is waiting for me.  I don’t make friends with a body after all, I make friends with the person and who they are.

I first experienced resurrection through death.  It’s there that I understand the love going on beyond the grave.  It’s there that I understand the reason I long for someone to be here.  It’s there that I understand what I’m looking forward to in the coming days.  It’s there that I deeply desire to be there and not here.  It’s there that I am able to love grief, because there I see that I have something to love and someone to love, even when it’s not there.

When did the resurrection or spirit of easter become clear for you?