Today was Easter. Easter is a big deal. We make a big deal of Easter.
It isn’t a big deal to a lot of people. Easter for some people is no more than a day of candy, and for others it isn’t even that. It’s just a day.
What’s the difference between Easter being a big deal and just a day?
There are a lot of easy answers to that question:
Being raised in a Christian culture.
Hearing the Gospel.
Intersecting with someone who has experienced God.
Experiencing God’s Spirit.
Being indoctrinated in the Christian faith.
The way you answer that question–or the answer you would pick from that list–probably indicates something about your relationship with Easter, as well.
Easter is Resurrection Day. We make this the biggest day of the year, bigger than Christmas or Pentecost, because what we believe about God and Jesus and the Holy Spirit and ourselves and the world all hinges on this day. They all hinge on the historical event that did or did not happen for which we claim this day.
A friend of mine who is a Christian told me recently, “I wonder if I believe this because I was raised with it.” I think that’s a fair question to ask. I don’t think it invalidates Christianity, but it is reasonable to consider whether, if you or I were raised in a Muslim country with four Christians among ten million people, would we have heard the Gospel? Would we be Christians?
The most difficult part, for me, of being a Christian is other Christians. I will say that straight out. If I’m honest, I then have to ask if I am the most difficult part of being a Christian for some other people. I might be. Sometimes I don’t believe what they believe or speak like they speak.