I am not an outwardly religious man. I’m not demonstrable when it comes to my faith, my beliefs. I in fact do not attend church. Haven’t for years. I have traded the congregation for personal worship. So, when the churches were forced to close their doors, I didn’t feel the loss of the Sunday commune with God, nor did I believe that because if it, Easter had been cancelled.
I am still a Christian. I was brought up in the church. As I grew, I attended Sunday school and was taught the scriptures. I once could recite from memory all the books of the old and new testament. I even memorized some prayers. But, I didn’t cleave to organized religion. Instead I chose to carry my religion, my beliefs within the temple that was me. I shared my thoughts only with him. And I chose to try and live by his teachings.
So here we are. Easter. The resurrection. The rebirth of Christ. Where once the faithful sat, it is silent. Each worshiper now cloistered within their own environs. Some questioning, no doubt, why their faith is being tested. But is it. Or is it perhaps instead a message, sent to refocus us. To take away for a moment, the trapping of tradition. Force us to rethink what this day really represents, each in our own way.
I read a poem this morning that was posted on Coach Muller’s blog “My Good Time Stories”. In it there was a line that struck me. It was “Maybe Easter isn’t in a store”. How profound. And I thought, maybe it isn’t in a church either. It is in fact, brought there by us. It is actually contained within. We are all churches. We all allow Him into our sanctuaries, into our hearts. We worship from within. We can open our hearts even if we can’t open our churches. Surround ourselves in self reflection, and embrace the silent message.
Rejoice, He has risen