Friday, April 14, 2017

Forgetting Good Friday...

I forgot today was Good Friday.

I messaged a professional friend and asked if we could move our exit meeting to Friday, and she replied she was off Friday so anytime would work.  I told her to enjoy her day off and we'd reschedule the following week.

But it didn't occur to me why she was off Friday.

Until two days later.  When Facebook posts started centering around Maundy Thursday.

And then I thought to myself, what kind of Christian am I, that I don't even remember Good Friday?  That I've given virtually no extra thought to the death of Jesus this week that we're supposed to be remembering?

Here's the reality.  I've been in some state of misery for over two weeks. One trip to the ER, two doctor's office visits, an x-ray, an ultrasound, a CT scan, labs.  Various medications not fit to be spoken of here. Way too much time hugging a trash can and a reminder that we desperately need a second toilet. Hours spent rocking back and forth in pain on the couch. Hours of Netflix trying to distract myself with something that requires no brain involvement since my brain has shut off.

As I think about previous Easters, I've quite often had major stuff going on distracting me from the Easter story.  Moves and health issues seem to be attracted to Easter season.  And that frustrates me.  I see parents doing great Easter activities with their kids to teach them the great story.  I think I've done Resurrection Eggs one year.  That's it.

But as I started to feel sorry for myself, and then guilty, a thought occurred to me.  A saying on the sign my husband made for me, which is one of my few wall decorations.  "O Lord, Thou knowest how busy I must be this day.  If I forget Thee, do not Thou forget me."  Attributed to Sir Jacob Astley in 1692, just before battle.

God doesn't command us to celebrate Easter on the seemingly-crazy calendar our world uses.  What He does command, is the Lord's Supper.  That's where we remember Jesus' death and resurrection.  That's the sacrament, not Palm Sunday, Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, or even Easter Sunday.  There's no reason not to celebrate Easter, but if life happens... it's okay.  Because multiple times a year, I do remember Christ's death and resurrection.

And feeling guilty about not doing all these teaching things... my kids know the story.  One of my kids gets it, to the very core of her being.  She believes.  The other kid... going through the Resurrection Eggs isn't going to convince her.  But she's going to hear about it every time we take the Lord's Supper.  She hears it when we read about it in the Bible.  She hears it when we sing about it.  She hears it at random times in conversation when Jesus' death and resurrection come up.

Because His death and resurrection is not just something we celebrate once a year.  It's a part of our life.  It's our reason for living.  It's why we do just about everything we do.  So He's going to come up.  And yes, there are kids who are only going to be in church on Easter Sunday, and we should take the opportunity to share the story with those kids who don't hear it otherwise.  But for my kids... Easter is a part of every week. So if mom's out of commission Easter week and opts to use her energy on keeping the house running rather than big Easter projects... it's okay. I'm letting go of the guilt. I'm guessing there are some other moms who need to let go of the guilt too!

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