Easter Thoughts

This week I have spent some time studying the last week of Jesus Christ. It’s been spring break and most days I’ve had only five minutes to study, yet each day has stayed on my mind while we did a number of different activities.

Last year I studied the events leading up to the Savior’s death and resurrection through the eyes of Mary Magdalene, and it was incredible, too. I don’t understand it all yet, and I’m definitely still learning, but I can say I believe in Christ.

He is Risen.

I know I have friends of many faiths, here. Wherever or however you worship:

I have heard many say that they have a hard time attending church services in any faith because they feel like they don’t belong. Today I have things to say to those who desire or have a seed of faith to worship and I also have something to say to those who could potentially be on the welcoming end of these folks.

First, you belong. Whether you’re greeted with a hug, a smile, a wave, or nothing, you belong because you belong to Him. I had a couple of years in a congregation where no one knew my name and it was incredibly hard to continue to go week after week attempting to make friends and watching others keep to their same groups without thinking to include me - even when I tried to break the barriers. I almost stopped going. Until one Sunday I asked God to see where and with whom I belonged and His answer was simple, “You belong to me.”

I’ve been publicly criticized at the pulpit for my decision to work on pursuits outside of my home. I’ve had neighbors flat out say they didn’t invite me because they assumed I would say no. I’ve had others say I wasn’t invited because I intimidated them.

All of this made me question if I had a church home, until that day that I stumbled into the pews and God taught me why I was there. I was there for Him. I was there for Jesus Christ. Now I go whether I see a friend or not. And I’m grateful for those heartbreaking years and all the tears so I could have love and empathy for those who may feel the same way.

Come. See. Belong. Whether you come once in a while or once a week (or somewhere in between), you belong. And if you’re my neighbor, you can always sit by me.

Second, If you happen to see someone in your church services you haven’t seen in a while, remember that it took a little (or a LOT) of courage to show up. Consider your phrasing and opt for welcoming sentiments without judgemental undertones. If you’re tempted to say:

“I haven’t seen you in a long time!”

“Where have you been?” Or

“You’re here and the church didn’t burn down!”

Consider instead simply saying something like:

“Good to see you!”

“Happy Sunday!”

“Welcome! Come sit by me.”

My mom told me that in Europe they greet each other this week in church and even on the street with “He Is Risen!” Not quite sure if that will catch on stateside just yet, but you’re welcome to say it to me!

You are never so far out of reach that the Savior can’t find you, heal you and comfort you. His patience is long and His love for you has no end.

This is Easter to me.

PS this is one of my favorite pictures of Jesus Christ by Del Parson. He’s smiling!