Well Easter has passed. I wish it were Easter every weekend. It's not just because I get to preach the gospel before thousands of people. Although, I admit, that is a spiritual rush. I loved Easter when I was a child. The warmth of the sun. the chocolate Easter bunny in my basket of paper straw, and hunting hard boiled eggs in the backyard. No plastic eggs at our house, no sir, just the real thing. My brother and I had spent a couple of hours before dipping the eggs in a colorful mixture of vinegar, water, and food color. Easter was the only time, outside of the beginning of the school, my brother and I got new clothes. We would get white or yellow sport coats to go with sky blue or white slacks. Only once do I remember getting an entire ensemble. It was a suit the color of a june bug with the same reflective qualities of a june bug's wings. It was a single breast with narrow lapels and skinny pants. I looked like James Bond or maybe the youngest member of the rat pack.
Now as an adult I still enjoy dressing up for Easter. I relish the celebration when believers join together from all over the world to join in unison and declare, "He is Risen!" No doctrinal arguments. No complaining about worship styles or preaching methods. It's like an unspoken truce between Christian denominations and factions. For one Sunday a year we resemble the saints gathered before the throne in heaven. Our eyes are not fixed on one another. We are just worshiping our Savior together. I wish the unity of Easter could last for more than just one week. But we are human. As redeemed as our spirits may be, we still dwell within earthen vessels. So as long as we drag this old body around with us we will distrust one another's motives. We will question each others theology. We will complain about the other church. They are either too fundamental or too liberal. We are too much flesh and not enough spirit.
All of this makes me long for heaven more. So until next Easter we will take up arms against each other. We will compare, criticize and complain. That is until the Risen One appears and we will see just how little our differences are in the light of His glory and grace.