April showers bring May flowers. . . let’s hope so; because moisture, whether in the form of rain or snow or even sleet, is something we desperately need! After months without much snow, our earth has become parched and that leaves us hoping and praying for a few good rain showers to help fill the reservoirs and quench the thirst of the land.
When you receive this, we will just be entering Holy Week with the waving of palm branches and shouts of Hosanna, Hosanna! But that joyful procession moves on to betrayal, arrest, trial, conviction and ultimately execution. One might say that Holy week is a season that leads into a parched land in which humanity turns its back on God’s love.
But the blessing of Holy Week is that it does not end with Jesus’ crucifixion and burial in a borrowed grave. Holy Saturday, a day we typically don’t come to church, is a day when it seems all hope has died, when life-giving rains have ceased to fall, when drought has overtaken the land and even our souls. Yes, we all know the story, Easter does come. But it does not come without the drought of Maundy Thursday, Good Friday and the period of abandonment that is Holy Saturday. With all its alleluias, trumpets, ringing bells, beautiful flowers, and even the colored eggs and candies, the joy of Easter is that it restores our sense that all hope is NOT lost, that God’s love DOES overcome evil and hate.
Easter is our affirmation that God’s love is not left in the borrowed grave, for God’s love is powerful enough to push away whatever is placed to block it. May April bring with it showers of rain and of God’s love!
Peace, shalom, paix, salaam, heiwa,