Easter Monday

In truth, I didn’t like the Monday after Easter. It was the day we had to sort through and put away everything we’d dragged out and set up for Good Friday and Easter Sunday. And, in some churches, that was a lot of stuff.

I didn’t really like Easter Sunday, either. I worried about everything going right. I worried about how many people were coming, about whether there were enough donut holes, about who would clean up after the ice sculpture. I worried about the tech working, about the A/C working, about the followup working.

It’s why I struggled with all the Easter greetings. Everyone was happy. I was worried about keeping them happy.

I don’t have to worry about all those production things any more. I was particularly grateful this year, when I didn’t have to worry about getting church services online.

That may be why I teared up a little in our chapel service at the hospital on Sunday when I was reading from the end of Romans 8.

Paul has talked about some of the things that might separate us from God’s love. Trouble or persecution or famine. Malfunctioning sound systems, missed cues, Easter egg hunts without family around. PowerPoint presentations with typos. Allergies to Easter lilies. Poorly-tuned trumpets or no trumpets at all. Music or not music.

And then here’s where Paul goes: there is nothing about Easter Sunday performances (or lack thereof) or Easter Monday blues that can separate from God’s love.

Here’s how Paul says it:

“For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

I wish I understood it sooner. I hope I never forget.