Although it is a little late, this is an Easter blessing I wrote for a dear friend of mine. I hope we remember this truth throughout the joyous Easter season. He is risen!
The old wooden cross was not always a symbol of faith. Before the first Good Friday over 2000 Years ago, the cross stood for grief and mourning. They did not know there was an Easter coming. That is the beauty of the cross today. We can see it and rejoice, because it reminds us of life after death, not only for the Lamb but for all of our loved ones who have gone before us to share in the blessed dwelling of God.
And so it is that we celebrate Easter in springtime, among the budding tulips and the new grown leaves atop the trees. For death is not forever; it is only for a season. So let us celebrate this beautiful Easter for the truth it teaches, the offering it represents, and the life that continues to go into the ground of our spirits only to be born again in our love for one another. May we live our lives in daily remembrance of the old wooden cross...and the blessed symbol of faith it humbly reflects today.