There won't be any parking
at our church this Sunday.
Late arrivals will discover both a long walk and a long wait to get
into the building. There may not be room enough for the overflow of
people. And, yes, it will be hot. Very hot. Hot enough to discourage
most thinking people from wearing their Sunday Best for fear of
ruining it with perspiration. The service will be long and likely
emotional. There will be extra activities and extra songs and extra
speeches and extra extras. Then there will be families cooking and
families traveling and families cleaning up and all of that hugging.
For many, it will be a long, long day, a labor of love, one that will leave a great many of our extended family famished and exhausted by the day's end. And most everyone will be broke, having spent the farm on new clothes. This is, traditionally, the meaning of Easter Sunday, a day in search of a better name.
Some churches call it Resurrection Sunday, to better distance themselves from the word “Easter”'s pagan origins. But, while the word “Easter” conjures up images of bunnies and colorful eggs, the word “resurrection” invokes the gloom of an empty tomb and the desperation of women crushed by the apparent desecration of a cherished loved one, only to find comfort in the Good News that, although they'd come seeking the dead, there was no dead to be found.