In the liturgical churches within the western Christian tradition, we’re still only in the first week of Easter. I feel sad for folks in congregations that practice an Easter that is over and done as you head out the door to a tasty Easter brunch.
Easter, in the narrowest sense, is that Sunday Christians celebrate the fact that Jesus rose from death. But in the fuller sense Easter is a season that stretches from that holiest day up to the Day of Pentecost. Starting the count with Easter Sunday itself, that makes 7 Sundays in the Easter season. That’s a lot of “Hallelujahs” and a lot of “He is Risen! He is Risen Indeed!!”
And that’s the kind of Easter I grew up with. That’s the kind of Easter in which we sang the hymns I’ve been posting this week, and many others I’ve skipped over. They’re good hymns with biblical texts and strong spiritual theology, paired with stirring tunes. Singing these hymns year after year after year was a richly upbuilding experience. You might say I sang the truths into my heart. The truths, yes, but also the reassurances of forgiveness, the declarations of grace, the promises of my own resurrection.
Look back over this week’s posts if you dare and re-read the hymn texts. Let God’s love wash over you again. Know and feel the peace that passes all understanding. And allow yourself to continue your Easter celebration through the next 6 Sundays.
(We may talk later about how each and every Sunday is best viewed as a kind of ‘little Easter.’)