This past Sunday, Nicole, the girls, and I traveled to Grand Rapids, MI to spend Easter weekend with my family. Our work as pastors has prevented us from celebrating Easter with family for the past 11 years, so when our house group said they would be spending Easter with family and attending other churches, we decided to follower their lead.
I enjoyed spending time with my parents and my siblings. Nicole got some quality in-law time. And the girls had fun playing with their cousins. On Easter morning, we worshipped at Mars Hill Bible Church.
Mars Hill’s story in brief: “Rob Bell was an assistant pastor at Calvary Church in Grand Rapids, Michigan, longing to start a new church. He and his wife, Kristen, and some friends decided to do it, Calvary gave their blessing and the first Mars Hill gatherings took place on February 7, 1999. An extremely generous family from the community let their building be used for free for the first year and a half, until another extremely generous family offered to give Mars Hill their mall.”
This is the same mall that my family and I used to shop in. The same mall where my brother and I got our ears pierced and nearly gave my mom a stroke. (Sorry, mom. We were teenagers . . .) Anyway, I have family and friends who are members, so we decided to go.
The experience of Easter worship at Mars Hill is very difficult to describe, but to me it felt postmodern. It felt like a timeless message communicated in a language relevant to life as we are living it in 2008. The music was led with excellence; the congregational singing was enthusiastic; Rob’s message began with the earliest accounts of the resurrection found not in the gospels–which are the traditional Easter Scriptures–but in the Apostle Paul’s letters. These Easter accounts do not focus on the details of the story; rather, they focus on the credibility of the witnesses–those to whom the risen Jesus appeared.
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After church we enjoyed brunch with my dad, and the kids hunted for Easter eggs (for the third time this year.) A photo from my brother is on the way.
This Easter I realized that for years I have been trying futilely to wrap my mind around the resurrection of Jesus. I have found it a frustrating exercise. I simply can’t understand it–even after preaching Easter sermons for the past nine years. Jesus’ resurrection is just too big.
This Easter I was invited to let go of my mental struggle and simply take a leap of faith into what I know in my heart to be true: Jesus is risen. He is risen, indeed! What a joy to know that there is an unending life above, beyond, and completely filling this tenuous, fragile earthly existence. As the hymn says, “Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine.”
The leap of faith isn’t so much an act of will as it is a letting go. And if you’re like me, it may be your path to bang your head up against the miracle of the resurrection for years before finally, you relent and accept it. The leap of faith is a letting go of the attempt to force life into boxes that you can understand, analyze, and control. It is an opening up to the great, grand, comforting, and terrifying life of the Spirit.
Take the leap. If I did it, you can, too.