Easter (#91)

Okay, so yes, I am sucking at this 100 Day Challenge.  You don’t have to say it, cause I know that I am.  So it’s okay.  Self-realization is the first step to awesomeness, so hopefully this means that I am well on my way.  I have so many (epically random) thoughts and so little time to jot them all down.  However, because I refuse to throw in the towel, let me just go ahead and upload about this one topic that has been on my mind…

Easter.

I love God.  Even when we are beefing, I wonder what he is doing.  Is he somewhere creating another universe in his spare time, just in case we mess this one up?  Is he upstairs laughing at all of us, especially during presidential elections?  Is he testing my obedience by having the same homeless person approach my car every time I get off of I90-94 on Monroe Street?

Easter feels different to me this year, and I can’t quite figure out why.  Perhaps its has something to do with the fact that it’s coming 3 weeks early, or that this year is already flying by.  Maybe it has something to do with this being the first year in over a decade that I didn’t give up anything for Lent?

Oddly enough, all I have been thinking about for the past few days is whether Jesus starting hooking people up with double and triple blessings the week before his crucifixion.  Weird, I know.

Have you ever gone into Starbucks right before someone is about to finish their shift?  Or have you ever been served in the deli at Whole Foods by someone who is about to quit?  They might throw five extra pieces of sliced turkey meat in your bag, or the barista may upgrade you from a tall to a grande, just because she is about to go home.

In that same spirit, I wonder if Jesus spent the week before his final Passover walking down the streets of Jerusalem like Shaft (with his posse behind him), pointing at random people around the town and then — POW — their backs would no longer hurt, no more upset stomach, grandma’s bunion was healed instantaneously.

 

Random, I know!

I didn’t give up anything for Lent because after giving up cookies, caffeine, fried food, Starbucks, Facebook, alcohol, and more, I realized that I have successfully figured out the art of going cold turkey for Jesus.  Instead of being a time a reflection, Lent became a yearly diet.  However, what I needed this year was to be back in close relationship with God, so my only goal for this Lenten Season was to really believe that he was on the other end of the phone when I called.

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