When I was little I loved to go to church, particularly at Easter time because we would get Easter eggs. I loved Easter because I would get baskets filled with candies and toys, too, like stuffed Easter bunnies. Some years I would even get a new outfit to wear on Easter Sunday. There was something bright and beautiful about Easter for me as a child. Even the hymns we would sing were uplifting and victorious.
Of course, I did not realize the full meaning of Easter until I grew up. In the middle of my university years, I had an experience of salvation. I had a conversion-like experience of Jesus Christ saving me from my sins and fully accepting me despite my sinful ways. I was engulfed by the full reality of Jesus Christ’s love for me, and I basked in the new life as a born-again child of God. After that experience, I understood and liked Easter at a deeper spiritual level.
For a while, it was sufficient just to know that Jesus accepted me as I am; I did not have to understand the full significance of resurrection. And so, I did not connect Christ’s salvation with resurrection—it was enough to know that I was “saved” and it didn’t matter that this was possible because of Christ’s resurrection. But as I grew older, I found that was not enough; I needed to understand why resurrection mattered and how it connected with my personal conversion experience. And I began to ask myself again why I like Easter.
As a child, I liked Easter because it was a time in the spring when the blossoms would come out and the weather would be warmer and I could go outside and play. But as I grew older, I began to see that Easter was not just a date on the church calendar nor a seasonal change. Easter was the wonderful and mysterious work of God as shown in Jesus Christ. I began to appreciate more and more going through the deep and dark experience of Christ’s crucifixion as remembered on Good Friday; I realized that without Easter my appreciation of the dark Good Friday would not be as meaningful.
We change as we grow up; even our faith changes. Our understanding of God changes which is often reflected in our life experiences. Perhaps that is how we can know that Jesus is alive—we can know the “living” Christ through the moments of our “living”. Easter brings us hope to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Our testimony of Jesus Christ in our lives is testimony that Christ is resurrected indeed! That means, Easter is not just a Sunday in the spring; Easter is every day, and for all my life! And today, as a grown woman, that is why I like Easter.