Its resurrection day – the greatest celebration day in the Christian calendar: Christ has died, Christ is risen, Christ will come again.
This time last year we got up very early in the morning, before the sun rose and with many other people climbed a hill to watch the sunrise. As the light spread, we stood under a large wooden cross. Together we sang and prayed. In a symbolic action, a few people hammered stakes into the ground. Afterwards everyone came down the hill and shared breakfast together.
I think this early morning hill climb needs to become part of our family Easter tradition – it takes us beyond church into an event that involves a little bit of sacrifice (the getting up early); a physical echo of that first Easter morning (feeling the pre-dawn cold, the damp grass, the darkness); praise and worship, focussing on the Name that is above every Name; physical reminders of Jesus death and resurrection in the empty cross; creation declaring the story as the sun rises, a new day, a fresh start.
I like the fact that it is an action that jolts us out of our routines. Celebrating something as out of the ordinary as this Resurrection Day needs to take us out of ourselves, to give us a glimpse of another world, the other Kingdom Jesus came to establish. Sharing it with others, walking, climbing, praying and eating together strengthen us for the journey. Yes, this is an experience I want to repeat and share, over and over through the years.
O Lord, may my soul rise up to meet you, as the day rises to meet the sun. Glory to the Father, and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now and willl be forever. Amen.