What is the meaning of Easter?
Why do we, in the United States ‘celebrate’ Easter?
The stores are filled with pastel colored items meant for decoration.
Every year, an eager child awakes, welcoming the rays of sun barely peaking over the horizon. Jumping out of bed, the children run down the hallway with cheerful hearts. Dashing to the living room looking for the prize. What could it be? Something that a bunny left in the middle of the night. Candy and gifts in a basket.
What is Easter all about?
Who benefits from this Easter Holiday?
Millions of children gain candy and other gifts from the holiday.
Each year I reflect and wonder just how much the marketers gain by their efforts. Any holiday is a great opportunity for the marketers to capitalize on.
I began wondering how much money is spent on this, the second largest holiday of the year. Credit cards again swiped at the registers. National debts increasing even more.
But is this really the ‘second’ largest holiday of each year? To the marketers, maybe. However, I see it differently. Christ’s birth was very important. But His death was even further impacting on mankind. How so.
Going back some years there was a young man. 19 years of age, traveling across the United States and back again. Engulfed in indulging himself with harmful, addictive substances, he was searching for a better life. Money was his goal. If he could make a lot of money, his life would be happier. Traveling sales was the vehicle to provide the means.
As trials come to all men and women, so it was with this young man. Life became rough and more and more confusing every day. Having nowhere ton turn for answers, he continued to numb himself with the false senses of happiness. But the substances could not provide answers. Happiness seemed to become further than before he started his journey.
One night, he’d had enough. He wanted to know more. This time he wanted the truth, if it ever existed. Leaving his hotel room, he ran across the street to the beach. Stopping at the ocean, he is determined. Falling to his knees, a desperate cry to an unknown Being began.
“Are you out there?”, he called. “Are you real? If you are real, please let me know. I don’t want to hear it from anyone else. I want it straight from you. No other way. Please. I have to know why those who claim to know you seem to have their lives in order and my life is not. If you are there, I must know.”
Then silence.
The young man gets up and walks away from the beach, across the street, back into his hotel room for the night.
Morning comes. A new day arises. During the activities of the morning, his friend walks up to him and says, “I know why you’re feeling the way you are feeling.”
“Huh?” questions the young man.
“I know why you are feeling what you are feeling.”
“How does he know”, the young man thought. “He wasn’t with me last night. How could he possibly know my thoughts?”
“Come here,” said his friend.
They both proceed to a van. His friend beckons him to go inside the van for privacy. Together in the back of the van, the friend looks down and begins crying.
“What could my friend be crying about”, thought the young man. “He’s a tough guy. Tough guys don’t cry.”
His friend picks up a book. A religious book. The Book of Mormon.
“This is what I was going to tell you about. My family and I believe in this, but I’m not living it fully right now.”
The young man, seeing the tears in his friends eyes, respectfully listens. This is the first time he has seen this book. He quickly evaluates the validity of his friend’s statements and judges his friend to be the most honest and serving person he knows. Skeptically, however, he thinks in the back of his mind, “I trust my friend, but if I’m to read a book, it will be a bible.”
Later that evening the young man opens the Gideons Bible. He turns to a section that was directed to him from the front page – Guidance in Times of Decision – which directs to James chapter 1, verses 5-7.
5 If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him.
6 But let him ask in faith, nothing wavering. For he that wavereth is like a wave of the sea driven with the wind and tossed.
7 For let not that man think that he shall receive any thing of the Lord.
Bam! Lightning strikes!
The first time he opens a bible and reads it, this very verse was exactly the answer he was looking for.
Why?
Because the night before, he asked God to tell him directly who He was. And in these verses, God says, to find out who God is, Ask God. And God will answer directly. To all men. Not just to some priest. Not to someone more privileged. To All men! Even this young man.
Shocked at this revelation, the young man calls for his friend. His friend comes and reads.
Tears entering his eyes again, the friend says, “this is the exact same scriptural passage that another young boy turned to when he was searching to find out who God was 200 years ago. His name – Joseph Smith. Do you think this is a coincidence that you turned to the same scripture, not even knowing this young boy?”
“No.” said the young man.
“How do you FEEL right now?”, asked the friend.
“Good. Warm. Confident.”
“That’s the Holy Ghost. But it will go away. Do you want to feel it more in your life”
“Yes.”
“You can have it always. Read this book – The Book of Mormon. It was translated by that same young boy – Joseph Smith. It will bring you closer to Christ. But you’re going to have to change things in your life.”
“I’m willing to go through 80 years of hell to get this feeling back again.”
He said this knowing of the environment in which he lived. He had many friends who wouldn’t be changing their lives with him at that time. They would continue their ways without any feelings that the young man just witnessed. He knew it would feel like hell making the changes within his current station in life.
He knew though, that the feeling he experienced at that time left him feeling better inside than any other substance he had taken into his body – ever. Fighting whatever to get this feeling of light as his companion would take, he was ready.
With this information and the experience that just occurred, the young man goes off and commits himself to God.
“God, I want to do this. I want you in my life. I want to know more about this Jesus. Please heal me. I accept Him in my heart. Please give me His power. I will walk through 80 years of hell just to keep this Jesus with me and to feel this feeling.”
The very next day, the young man, sick with bloodshot eyes, laid on the concrete of a college parking lot, vomiting out all the impurities he had consumed that weekend before his experience. It was another dark hour, wondering what will become.
After a restful night, the young man, clean, walking with confidence, no longer desired any harmful substances. His addictions were completely gone.
How?
How was this man able to go from being captively addicted to being liberated with no desire to take these substances into his body again?
There is only one answer. It is the answer to the question of why we celebrate Easter. The answer to why Easter is more important of a season than the birth of Christ.
The Atonement. It was the Atonement of Jesus Christ. This young man had actually had a physical change within his body as a direct result of another man who bled blood from pores in his skin on a dark night – for the sins of this world.
The young man had felt the power that changed him. He was filled with hope in his own future. It began with a desire and a prayer. He received the answer in a way more real than he ever imagined.
That young man was me. It was 20 years ago when that experience took place.
Today is Easter Sunday. I wake up today with more gratitude in my heart more than ever toward my friend, Jesus Christ. 20 years ago His atonement worked on my soul. It healed my physical body.
It is no wonder to me that we are not able to say God’s name in our schools anymore. Or why everyone defends anti-Christian behaviors. When it is us who are teaching our children that Easter is about a bunny who gives candy, yet we mention nothing of a man who gave his life for us.
Who benefits from Easter?
Because Christ was resurrected, all men and women will be resurrected. All will live again. All have reason to hope. All benefit.
I hope that we will focus more on the grand event that happened long ago. He did it for us. His reach goes far beyond what any bunny could for us. Let us be honest in what we are teaching our children. He did it so we could be happy. Let’s help Him to be happy by honoring what He’s done for us.
Let’s remember He still lives today.