But on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they went to the tomb, taking the spices that they had prepared. ~Luke 24:1
This year, we will read Luke’s account of the women going to the tomb on Easter morning, only to find it empty. When they told the men, they didn’t believe them. I’ll talk about that on Sunday morning. But for the worship preview this week, I want to tell you a story about one of the ways I experience resurrection.
I remember a day long ago when my twin daughters were just four years old. One of them was very angry at me. I don’t remember the details exactly, but I think it had to do with an extra cookie after dinner. Heels were dug in on both sides. As a parent, I knew I could not give in on this one—the future depended on it, or so it seemed to me then—so she was sent to her room.
She cried for a long while, and after she settled down, her mother went to check on her. My heart was pretty torn up over the thing, so I stood out of sight in the hallway to see how she was. Jane sat in the rocking chair, and pouting, the little girl crawled into her lap and handed her a favorite book, The Runaway Bunny, and Jane began to read:
Once there was a little bunny who wanted to run away.
So, he said to his mother, “I am running away.”
“If you run away,” said his mother, “I will run after you, for you are my little bunny.”
“If you run after me,” said the little bunny, “I will become a fish in a trout stream and I will swim away from you.”
“If you become a fish in a trout stream,” said his mother, “I will become a fisherman and I will fish for you.”
“I will become a rock,”
“and I will become a mountain climber and I will climb to where you are.”
“I will become a bird and fly away from you.”
“If you become a bird and fly away from me,” said his mother, “I will be a tree that you come home to.”
Death can’t win—no way—because God’s love will always be a tree to come home to.
Easter creates a tree to come home to.