Up from the Grave, He Arose – At Easter, We Remember the Ever-Renewing Power of Spring

Perhaps everyone feels this way, but I cannot help but notice that I experience an abundance of ups and downs in my life. It is almost seasonal.

Of course, all of us are moving toward an inevitable final winter, the last season of our lives, but in addition to that, we experience repeated seasons–repeated winters, when we lie fallow and are not productive, and repeated springs–repeated rebirths.

Today I saw this beautiful photo of spring flowers that were growing in someone’s lawn, and I thought to myself: “Ahhhh-Spring! Spring is the essence of Easter.

And then that old Baptist hymn flashed across my mind:

Low in the grave he lay, Jesus my Savior,
waiting the coming day, Jesus my Lord!
Up from the grave he arose;
with a mighty triumph o’er his foes;
he arose a victor from the dark domain,
and he lives forever, with his saints to reign.
He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose!

I know that many people do not believe that there was a Jesus who died and who arose on the third day–and in that respect, those people may reject the notion of Easter. But in my mind, Easter has a message for everyone. At times, all of us sink into the pits of despair, but in almost every case, we rise out that darkness. In that regard, we all experience personal Easters.

We celebrate Easter during the spring because even during Pagan times, the peoples celebrated an arising from the blackness of winter. They celebrated the time of nature’s regrowth and they prepared for the plants that would soon flourish,¬†bloom, and provide food.

Regardless of your religious belief, I hope that you will embrace a type of Easter in your own life, and I hope that you will celebrate it during spring.