Easter
I have been deeply reflective this Easter; I’ve simply never felt this way — this close to Christ, this in awe, and so in love with the cross and all that it signifies for my life and body.
I am grateful to experience Christ in this manner and at this depth in this very moment.
So I have decided to write it here, so that I never forget, and so that you too can reflect and truly appreciate Jesus as our perfect and good example.
In Hebrews 4:15 we are told that we do not have a high priest who is out of touch with our reality, but one who, like us, has faced everything and yet remained without sin.
I think my new favorite thing about Easter is how it brings together experiences that typically wouldn’t go together. For instance, agony and bliss. I think of Jesus in agony three days earlier — praying, wrestling, asking if the cup could pass over him. I think of him praying until his sweat became like blood. And then, on the flip side, I think of the bliss three days later, when the same Jesus rose to life and ascended to his Father.
While I think of it from Jesus’s point of view, I also think of it from the perspective of those who loved him and followed his teachings. I imagine the agony they felt at his death, and then the overwhelming relief and wonder three days later — finding the tomb empty and realizing that he was not there, because he had risen just as he said.
Another contrast I think of, is shame and pride. I think painfully on the shame of being treated like a thief of being beaten, like a thief , but I also think of the pride of rising, just as he promised . I sort of picture high school and how excited we used to get when we took a bath on ourselves and did exactly what we promised to do I remember how cool that used to feel. I wonder if Jesus felt that coolness .
But I also think of it in terms of his followers, I don’t know about you, but if someone raised people from the dead, declared himself to be the Savior, the Deliverer, and all of those things — and I believed him — watching him die might make me feel a kind of shame. Almost like I had been foolish to believe, because with such power, why would he allow himself to be killed?
I might expect something more dramatic — something that makes more sense to the human mind. So, being who I am, there would probably be moments of embarrassment and doubt. And when day one turns into day two and he still hasn’t come back, that feeling might even grow.
But then, three days later, everything changes. Whatever shame his followers may have felt suddenly loses all meaning, because Jesus returns just as he promised. And honestly, even now, thinking about it fills me with excitement. It makes me deeply proud to be associated with Christ.
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And then there is the final pair of emotions: pain at his death, and joy at his resurrection.
These contrasting emotions remind me of what is possible with God. They remind me of the power of the God I serve, and why I cannot allow a single feeling to define my life. Because for every low, there is something higher — there is hope even in the midst of it.
Another thing Easter reminds me of is the beauty of time. It took three days for Jesus to rise. Three long, heavy days. Days that must have felt unbearable to those who waited. And it makes me think of the heavy days we all experience — days that seem like they might break us.
But even in those moments, there is timing. As the Bible says, when the time is right, the Lord will make it happen. So I will keep calling on God. And I will remind myself that my own “third day” is coming.
I will keep speaking to him with hope and confidence, trusting that every promise he has made to me will come to pass — right on time. Not a day too early, not a day too late. And when that day comes, my shame will turn into pride, my pain into joy, and my heaviness into something light and beautiful.
God has made so many promises to me, and this Easter is a reminder that third days always come. That the heaviness I feel now will not last forever. That one day, I may even look back and barely recognize this season.
Until then, I will keep talking to God — just like Jesus did. I will draw strength from him. I will bring him my feelings, my fears, and my anxieties. And I will allow him to carry me through the valley and into my own marvelous third day.
I share this not just for myself — a journal would have been enough for that — but for you as well. This Easter season, I want you to remember: your third day will come. God will see to it.
But you must hold on to hope through the first and second days, because those are often the heaviest. And if you find yourself in such a season, I pray this becomes a moment where you reach for God and allow him to hold you — until life returns to your heart again.
Happy Easter
And so much love,
Busayo.
