Each spring, out of the dark and damp earth, sprout small buds just beginning to bloom. These tiny flowers give hope that the gray days of winter are over, and that sunshine and spring are just within our reach. Somehow, thanks to God’s handiwork, the soil that has been dark and dormant all those months suddenly produces lush green grass and fragrant flowers. Just as the blossoms give promise to spring, so too does Easter give us renewed confidence in God’s love.
God has this way, doesn’t He, of transfiguring all? He can turn our sorrow into joy, our weakness into strength, and our empty into full, simply because He loves us. There can be no doubt of His faithfulness and His tender mercy, especially during Holy Week, when we contemplate the Passion of Jesus. We need not look any further than the sacrifice of His only begotten Son to know that we are loved and forgiven. All of that brutal torment, every thorn that pierced His head and every lash that ravaged His body was suffered on our behalf. Those bloody arms outstretched on that heavy wooden cross would carry the sins of all of humanity.
In these holy days that lead to Easter, we consider the cruel inhumanity of what was done to Jesus. We give witness to the misery and the abandonment He suffered, and what God, His Father, must have felt as He watched on. And yet, out of all of this darkness, we are transformed and renewed. God transfigures the black of the Calvary tomb into the joyful celebration of Easter morning.
There is nothing that offers us more hope, more evidence of God’s unconditional affection. We celebrate the resurrection of Jesus knowing that our debt has been paid, every sin and past mistake forgiven. Just like the flower, which blooms from the darkness, we are transformed by the sacrifice of Jesus. We are forgiven. We are loved.