Easter is now over. The empty plastic egg shells and confetti have been removed from the churchyard. The dishes from the Easter breakfast have been washed and put away in the church kitchen. All the loose bulletins have been picked up in the sanctuary and the hymnals straightened. Most importantly, the pastor finally got his nap.
As a pastor, the days leading up to Easter are hectic. Our church worships every Wednesday during the season of Lent. The choir is busy practicing. The staff is busy planning the Holy Week and Easter celebrations.
Then Holy Week finally arrives. Personally it is my favorite week of the entire year, but it also means numerous worship services for which to prepare.
Then comes Easter, the highest festival of the Christian Church year. The church shines bright white, showered in Easter lilies. The music is victorious. The message is inspiring. The church is full of people.
But now Easter is over. The church doesn’t shine quite so bright. The music isn’t quite as victorious. There definitely aren’t as many people.
I read recently that ticket sales for the new Batman vs. Superman movie dropped 70% in its second week. That’s what they get for opening on Easter weekend. If there is one thing I have learned as a pastor after seventeen years, it’s that attendance always drops dramatically the week after Easter.
Christians around the world recognize the importance of worshiping on Easter Sunday. Easter is our victory celebration. On Good Friday, Jesus conquered sin with his death. On Easter Sunday, he defeated death with his resurrection.
Easter is our ticket tape parade for Jesus. On Easter, we celebrate his victory. On Easter, we celebrate the forgiveness and heaven he won for us.
But now, for most people, Easter is over. Life has returned to normal.
Easter isn’t actually over, though. Every Sunday is Easter.
In biblical times, believers generally worshiped on Saturday, the Sabbath Day. In the early Church, however, many Christians gathered together every day for worship and Bible Study. Jewish Christians continued to worship on the Sabbath, but then all the Christians made sure to get together every Sunday morning. They made sure to celebrate Holy Communion on Sunday. They began calling it “The Lord’s Day.”
You see, Sunday morning was special. They had to celebrate Sunday. Sunday was the day Jesus rose from the dead. Every Sunday was Easter.
I don’t know if you’ve seen the posts on Facebook, but sometimes young newlyweds today don’t just celebrate their one year anniversary. They celebrate their six month anniversary. They celebrate their one month anniversary. They celebrate their three week anniversary. They can’t help but celebrate their deep love for one another every chance they get. Those of us who have been married for seventeen years just roll our eyes.
Yet, maybe there’s something we can learn from those lovey-dovey newlyweds. What Jesus did for us, what he suffered for us, what he won for us with his resurrection deserves more than a once-a-year anniversary.
You are going to die one day. I am going to die one day. Nothing in this life is more important than Jesus’ resurrection. Nothing is more important than the forgiveness and heaven he won for us.
So make sure to go to church this Sunday. Wear your pastel shirt or white dress. Take some eggs for the kids. And on the way out of church, smile at your pastor and wish him a Happy Easter.
Because every Sunday is Easter.