This is certainly an Easter we will not soon forget. Perhaps that’s not necessarily a bad thing. In my household, the isolation from the outside world has meant more time to reflect, realign, and renew on many things, faith definitely being at the top of the list.
And isn’t that what Easter is about?
Our faith in the resurrection of Jesus Christ is the core message of the day. Not the Easter bunny. Not jelly beans and brightly colored peeps. Sorry little ones. It’s about Jesus Christ and how God sent his son to die for our sins.
Without the bombardment of commercialization, I’ve had more time to focus on the real reason for Easter.
Perhaps it is the fact that there are few family gatherings. Perhaps it is the constant togetherness. Or perhaps it is the truth that the pandemic is a reminder that we are not in charge.
Think about it: we are not in charge.
People get sick. People suffer. People die. There is no rhyme or reason behind the pandemic. Sure, the media and politicians like to point fingers and then wash the blood from their own hands, much like Pontius Pilate did when he permitted Jesus to be crucified.
But, in my opinion, the truth is that we are all to blame, especially if we don’t learn a very valuable lesson from all of this.
A godly life is not about accumulating materialistic things. A godly life is not about spending every free minute working or socializing or always doing things. No. A godly life is about just being…taking time to appreciate what we have instead of lamenting what we do not have. A godly life is about spending time together with family and special friends.
I commented to my husband that this must have been what life was like in the “old” days—you know, the days of the pioneers. Isolation isn’t all that bad, you see. We are spending our time on projects, the things we should be doing during non-isolation time but never do. We are working together on fixing fences, grooming horses, weeding the beds. And, occasionally, we have to venture to town for something: dog food, cat food, horse food…once in a while, people food.
Before the pandemic, we’d go to town every day, sometimes in multiple trips. Looking back, what a waste! I hope we never go back to that.
We’ve also learned to be frugal. With zero income and no hope of relief checks—don’t get me started on that—we have to watch every penny. Each month, we budget our money and see how we can beat it. It’s become a game—a game I hope sticks with us long after this is over.
The message I am taking from this Easter while dealing with isolation from coronavirus is that God is teaching us a lesson during all of this. Perhaps God is trying to help us hit that reset button, to escape the Sodom and Gomorrah direction in which we were headed. Life is valuable…every day and every minute. For those of us who are not impacted by the actual disease—and I pray that is each and every one of my readers and their friends, families, and neighbors—take a moment to appreciate the second chance that God has given us. Let us rise from the past and face the future, much in the same way the disciples did after feeling so lost when Jesus was crucified and then embracing rebirth when he rose from the tomb on that Easter morning so long ago.