“Anxiety and fear are what we know best in this fantastic century of ours. Wars and rumors of wars. From civilization itself to what seemed the most unalterable values of the past, everything is threatened or already in ruins. We have heard so much tragic news that when the news is good we cannot hear it. But the proclamation of Easter Day is that all is well. And as a Christian, I say this not with the easy optimism of one who has never known a time when all was not well but as one who has faced the cross in all its obscenity as well as in all its glory, who has known one way or another what it is like to live separated from God. In the end, his will, not ours, is done. Love is the victor. Death is not the end. The end is life. His life and our lives through him, in him. Existence has greater depths of beauty, mystery, and benediction than the wildest visionary has ever dared to dream. Christ our Lord has risen” (Frederick Buechner, Bread and Wine).
Christ our Lord has risen. That’s the hope we hold on to these days, especially on this Easter Sunday smack dab in the middle of a pandemic.
That tomb that held Jesus for three days is empty. The cross did not have the final word. All that the world, hell, and the grave threw at God in Jesus were not enough to hold Him down. He has overcome.
I revisit an old Easter toast that I first discovered a few years back that applies more than ever in these times: “I raise my glass, and drink to Love that never gave up.”