For me, Easter is a paradox. It is dark, terrifying, and wonderful all at the same time.

In contrast to how I often experience Easter with all the bright pastel-colored new clothes, egg-shaped Reese’s peanut butter chocolates in the stores, and spring flowers popping up everywhere, the reason for Easter is that Jesus had to die on a cross for my sins.

This is terrifying because I have to come face-to-face with my sins and know that those sins drove Jesus to the cross. But Easter is also wonderful because for every look I take at my sins, I can look back at the cross and know that my sins are forgiven.

I look at the empty tomb and know that sin, suffering, and death have all been defeated. Because He rose from the grave, He will also “wipe away every tear from our eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for these things will have passed away.” (Rev. 21:4) And that reality is comforting. It gives me hope.

In the midst of the COVID-19 pandemic, I need hope more than ever.

I entered the pandemic going to two funerals of dear friends. I was emotionally depleted, but I needed to rally and lead out of my weakness and desperation–that’s all I had.

Normally, at our weekly prayer meeting I am quick to offer encouragement, vision, and even some laughter, but I had nothing to offer one day. I needed to sit in the prayer chair and receive prayers, comfort, and the encouragement that Jesus is fully aware of and fully in control of all my circumstances.

I often joke that I would rather talk about leading out of weakness than actually being weak, but there is comfort in experiencing Christ’s strength manifested in my weakness. I don’t have to fake being strong.

Being cooped up has surfaced all my idols of comfort and control, and I am forced to deal with those ugly realities, the underbelly of my “private” faith. I want to be the strong and in-control leader, but I am forced to look at the cross and cry out to Jesus for forgiveness for looking to counterfeit gods to just get by.

Leading looks more like being in a circle where we depend on one another rather than me leading from “the top.”

The pandemic forced me to look at new ways of doing things, gave me a fresh appreciation for the things I have, and helped me rediscover a faith that clings to the cross of Christ.

My heart still needs to cling to the rest of the story.

After the cross, death, and burial, there was the empty tomb. God turned the darkest moment into an eternal hope we could never have imagined. Today, I need this resurrection hope to be just as real as the broken path I see right before my eyes.

I need to be refreshed and renewed through the power of the Holy Spirit.

We know that Jesus is the same yesterday, today, and forever. We know that this tension we feel of sorrow and joy makes sense in light of the cross and empty tomb.

We know our current suffering is not the end of the story. Thus, we are able to grieve losses while loving our neighbors.

Please remember to pray for all the Serge missionaries who are laying down their lives in some very difficult places to serve the One who laid His life down for them and raised them to new life in Him.

I pray that you are able to open your heart and meet both the broken and risen Jesus during this Resurrection season, and that He will be real to you—more real than all the pain and suffering that surrounds you.

He is Risen!

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