I’m not really into giving more significance to time than is minimally required for me to get by in this world. Seriously, we seem to miss the point of most things due to the clock in every room, the multitude of calendars adorning our workspace, as well as the passing of light and dark from season to season. This Easter, though, has marked an important stretch of time that has been weighing on my thoughts for awhile. Of personal note, this will have been my thirty-second Easter. Easter has usually been within a few weeks of my birthday, so that’s always been an association. Spiritually and theologically speaking of unique and special spans of time, this ultimate period for me has always start in October of the previous year and encompasses the October holidays, the Christmas holiday season, the new opportunities we all hope for during the early part of the New Year, and Easter’s usual accompaniment of Spring’s full realization. This year, Easter #32 will lead to birthday #33, which in a Christian sense is a personal milestone to me. I never thought I would get this far — as old as the Master, so to speak. So, I’ve been doing a lot of reflection lately about how I got here, what I’ve really accomplished, and what I should shoot for with the rest of my time. I know, it *SOUNDS* kind of deep, but it’s probably just a string of tiny things that look really big when put together. More of this will no doubt be forthcoming in future posts.
While such a momentous occasion deserves a special Easter address, I would instead direct readers who’ve not yet come down from their Peep-induced sugar high to check out my recently-imported “classic” post from August 16th, 2006 entitled “The Secret Meaning of Easter.” Even though there’s a few theological points I’ve mellowed on over the last few years, I think it’s a great read that captures some of the things we routinely miss about why Easter is so special.
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