I love Easter. It’s my favorite holiday. I would like to tell you that it’s my favorite because I’m just that spiritual, but I have a sneaky suspicion that I love it because Easter always ushers in spring.
Even in cold climates where an Easter sweater is required rather than a new Easter dress because the snow won’t melt without a fight–or many consecutive days over 50 degrees , even there, Easter brings the promise of daffodils and hyacinths.
I love finding the promises of God in His creation–analogies of our spiritual journey. How difficult is it for a delicate tulip stem to push through hardened winter soil? Nothing of beauty and value births easy. Christ’s job wasn’t a walk through the clouds.
His victory did not come without one final difficult, torturous, and bitter day.
Yet before Christ was crucified, there were many promises He gave the disciples and one special moment when the people worshiped Him. We call it Palm Sunday because they waved Palm branches at Him and threw their cloaks on the ground as a makeshift red carpet.
I wonder if that ride into Jerusalem was more painful emotionally for Jesus than hanging on a cross.
On that day they worshiped the man they believed would take all their troubles away, but their fickle hearts would turn. (I can’t wait for Word Wednesday to share one of my favorite posts.)
Copy down the BiteofBread and join me journaling these promises of Jesus, His wisdom, and what happened when He rode into Jerusalem knowing full well that each step toward this city was one more step to His last breath as a man on this earth.
Won”t you join me?
Enjoy. Savor the flavor of truth and promise. Chew. Ponder. Trust.
I love doing life with you.
What’s your favorite Christian holiday? Why?