Last week, on April 5, Christians all over the world celebrated what really should be considered the Holiest day of the year. Of course, I’m speaking of Easter Sunday.
It seems to me that most people think of Christmas as the holiest day of the year. Christmas certainly gets a lot more publicity and definitely a lot more celebration, but I’ve always kind of thought that if it weren’t for Easter, then Christmas would only be a cute story about kid born in a barn some 2000 years ago.
There is no way we would celebrate a kid being born in a barn if that were just any ordinary baby. But because this baby is Jesus Christ, the Savior, we do celebrate his birth, and it is really because of what happened at Easter that we celebrate Christmas. Please don’t misunderstand what I’m saying here – I don’t want to belittle the birth of Christ, and I love the Christmas holidays.
I just don’t think that Christmas should be a bigger holiday than Easter. We should celebrate Easter every bit as much as we celebrate Christmas.
I had a great time celebrating Easter Sunday with my family this year. It started off with an early sunrise service and then a delicious pancake and sausage breakfast at Bethel Baptist Church.
I got to see several old friends who do not usually come to church, except for Christmas, Easter, and Mother’s Day. Many people were all dressed up in their nicest clothing. I even wore a purple necktie (which I don’t usually wear, even though I’m the preacher.) My wife sang in an Easter cantata with special music commemorating the fact that Jesus rose from the dead on the first Easter morning.
After my sermon at Vera Baptist Church, we held an Easter egg hunt for the youngest folks in our church, and I enjoyed watching them run through the church yard picking up colored eggs filled with surprises.
And then, to top it all off, my family and my brother’s families all gathered together for dinner at my mom and dad’s house, after which, my brothers and I watched the first baseball game of the year.
The weather was nice, everyone was happy, it was truly a great day.
And then the thought occurred to me, “Why can’t every day be like this?” There’s an old Christmas song (I think Elvis Presley sang it) that asks, “Why can’t every day be like Christmas?”
But I’m asking you, why can’t every day be like Easter? Well, at least, why can’t we celebrate Easter every week?
But we can and we should. Isn’t that what every Sunday is supposed to be?
No, maybe we don’t need to wake up at the crack of dawn and have a special sunrise service outdoors, but we can and we should be at church on Sunday morning worshipping our risen Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
The Bible tells us of Mary Magdalene going to the tomb on the first day of the week (John 20:1).
From then on, followers of Jesus have been meeting on the first day of the week as the “Lord’s Day.”
OK, maybe we don’t have to have a special pancake and sausage breakfast every Sunday, but why not enjoy a cup of coffee and a doughnut with other believers between Sunday school and the morning worship service.
In the Book of Acts, Luke writes about the believers gathering to “break bread.” This could mean that they observed the Lord’s Supper (also known as communion) or simply that they shared a meal together. Either way, it was fellowship, building a common bond among believers.
Maybe we don’t have to have a special cantata every Sunday morning, but we can all make a joyful noise singing praises to God, the Father, and God, the Son.
God loves to hear His children sing whether we’re good at it or not. And our singing is a way for us to let Jesus know that we love Him. It has nothing to do with how good of a singer we may or may not be; it really is all about Him.
And maybe we just aren’t able to get together with all of our extended family every Sunday afternoon or evening, but we should intentionally make time each week to just rest and enjoy the company of our loved ones, even if that is just watching a ballgame with your brothers.
The point is that we’re supposed to love one another. We’re supposed to love each other the way that Christ loved us.
So, you see, we can have Easter every week. Every Sunday is a reminder of the love Jesus Christ has for us.
On a Friday, He was crucified and died on an old rugged cross.
They took Him down from that cross and laid Him in a borrowed tomb. But, he only needed a borrowed tomb, because on the third day, which was a Sunday, He came back to life.
And we ought to remember Him every day, but especially on Sundays.