Sunday, March 27, 2016
"Jesus Himself did not try to convert the two thieves on the cross.
He waited until one of them turned to Him.'
Since Eric told it to me about 20 years ago, here’s one of my favorite Easter stories.
Peter greets three people as they approach the gates to heaven.
He says they can enter if they can answer one simple question: “What is Easter?”
One says, “Oh, that’s easy! It’s the holiday in November when everyone gets together, eats turkey, watches the Detroit Lions play somebody, and we’re all really thankful.”
The second person says, “Easter is the holiday in December when we put up a nice tree, exchange presents, act nice to each other, and celebrate the birth of baby Jesus.”
The third person says, “Easter is the holiday that is something of a fulfilled Passover. Jesus and His disciples were observing Passover and then Jesus talked about Himself as the Passover lamb and then He was turned over to the Romans by one of His friends. The Romans decided to crucify Him. So they mocked Him, beat Him, made Him wear a crown of thorns, and then pounded nails through His hands and on to the cross. Then He was buried in a nearby cave which was sealed by a big stone.”
Smiling broadly, Peter says, “That’s great! Go on!”
“Well,” the person continues, “every year the big stone is moved aside so Jesus can come out; and if He sees His shadow, there will be six more weeks of winter.”
Can you say Watters’ World?
I’m always glad to see so many folks show up in church on Easter Day.
O.K., I don’t know many of ‘em; but it’s great to see ‘em.
Maybe, like the parable of the sower, something said about Someone may hit paydirt and, ya know, they’ll be a little more regular between C&E.
Yet, truly, I’m glad to see ‘em.
God loves ‘em; so sooooooo must I in a John 3 kinda way.
I’ll make a confession.
My least favorite time of the year is the first Sunday after Thanksgiving until the first Monday after Easter.
It’s not that I don’t, uh, like Advent, Christmas Eve, Christmas, Lent, Palm Sunday, Holy Week, and Easter.
It’s just that there’s so much, uh, drama around those seasons.
My counseling load goes through the ceiling; because people are so excited with such high expectations of sugar and spice and everything nice that…
Well, I think you know what I mean; because if you’re like me, you’ve got those same expectations.
Truth is it doesn’t always happen that way.
Truth is there’s always somebody peeing on our parades.
You know what I mean; and if not, I praise the Lord that you’ve been spared…unlike the rest of us.
So after the tinsel and Moravian Star and egg nog and Santa and manger scene and bonnets, baskets, bunnies, and all of the rest are stored away for next year between the first Sunday after Thanksgiving and first Monday after Easter, the only thing that’s really important is…
For as I recall in the book that’s about Him, that/this is what it’s all about anyway for every day forever and ever and ever.
I know you’ve read and heard it many times over; but it’s all about Jesus as so clearly, concisely, and conclusively summarized in John 3:16-17.
Read it again.
Recite it if you remember it.
When we know that/Him, nothing nor no one can separate us from the joy of every day; even those days from the first Sunday after Thanksgiving until the first Monday after Easter.
So I’m happy on Easter Day.
Not because Easter Monday is hours away.
I’m happy because Jesus is Lord.
I’m happy because Jesus is Savior.
It/He really helps on those days when…
You know what I mean; and if you don’t, call me.
Eternally better, call Him…now.
That’s/He’s when every day turns into a holiday…with heaven awaiting the rest of our days.
Blessings and Love!