For Wilshire Baptist Church
There’s something comforting about the sound of mowers on a weekday morning during a pandemic. It sounds normal; it feels normal. You can almost smell the fresh-cut grass through the closed windows. It pulls at you, calls you to come out and join the march of life and creation — where the grass is still growing and still needs to be cut from time to time.
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I’ve been having bad hair days lately. It’s been seven weeks since my last haircut, and if I go too much longer it may be the longest I’ve gone without a haircut since I was a preschooler and finally got to grow out my parent-prescribed buzz cut. And that was during a summer stay with my grandparents, when I watched in the mirror as Grandma drew a line on my scalp with her comb and parted my hair for the first time with the help of Vitalis.
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Easter is coming. Easter is fixed on the calendar based on lunar movements and phases that have been followed for thousands of years. It is pinned to the precise clockwork of a universe that is billions of years old, and to a Creator who is timeless.
Easter is coming, with or without a pandemic. We can’t stop Easter. We can’t postpone it until later to suit our desire for pageantry and tradition. Easter is coming as scheduled, and that’s that.
Easter is coming, and the church will be quiet; the doors will be closed, the lights turned off. But Easter is not locked inside the church. Easter lives in the heart. It was breathed into each of us before we were conceived. It is ours for the having.
Easter is coming, and you can put on your Sunday best if you wish, but Easter isn’t about dressing up. It’s about come as you are, and this year, stay where you are. But more than anything, be who you are — a beloved child of God.
Easter is coming.
