Easter means a lot of things to various people around the world. It runs the gamut from bunnies to salvation with everything else in between. To me Easter is the reason of my joyous existence. And the stress is on the joyous part. Men (And women) throughout history have made worry their constant companion. It started with Adam who instead of being contended with having ownership of all creation, worried about the tiny piece he didn’t have dominion over.

And with that small step, he helped plunge humanity into a life filled with frenzied worrying. You hear God say throughout history to be still and let Him be who He always has been. But we in our frenzied worry state have constantly been trying to do the impossible by ourself.

I can’t imagine living BC, before Easter and the blood on the cross. Can you imagine having to constantly check your sacrifices for blemishes and keep an account of all your sins (real and imagined), spending your entire life worrying if your goodness tips the scale for you to squeeze into the pearly gates.

If it wasn’t was Easter we would probably still be doing that and for somebody who can’t make head of tails of the tax code this would have been an absolute disaster. It is because of the empty grave, I can boldly claim to know where I am going when I leave this earth; it is because of the empty grave, I do not worry about tomorrow anymore; it is because of the empty grave, I do not worry about storing up treasures that I can’t hold on to.

I have known poverty and abundance in my Life and it is because of Easter I can face them both with joy in my heart. The risen Saviour did not promise a life with out troubles but He promised peace in the midst of troubles.