Easter has always been my favorite holiday. Except for the year I attempted to roast a leg of lamb in a Pyrex pan at too high of a temperature. The pan exploded in the oven, shattering glass everywhere along with our dreams of lamb roast and mint jelly with a side of spring asparagus. Leg of lamb, have mercy on me: We made it under the wire to IHOP before they closed for the night. Pancakes were no substitute for lamb, but at least all was not lost that Easter.
That kitchen debacle notwithstanding, I love Easter. I still weep each year at Jesus' triumphant resurrection from the dead. After gloomy, somber Good Friday, and the dark, limbo-land of Holy Saturday, it's a sweet relief to celebrate the glorious resurrection of our Lord and Savior on Easter Sunday. Who, after all, willingly died the worst death imaginable for the worst people imaginable—a death that covered all humanity for all time so that we, sinners, could be free to love God our Father now and eternally. It's the crazy greatest story ever told. And it never gets old for me.
I know not everyone feels the way I do about Easter. In "Thankless for the Cross," TCW assistant editor Natalie Lederhouse shares a different experience of Easter, one that draws us closer to the holiness of God in perhaps a more subdued way.
Easter is all about new beginnings, and that's the theme of this week's issue. In this issue, Halee Gray Scott reflects on what it means to live in the power of the resurrection. Easter is more than a one-day event after all. Christ rising from the dead grants us access to this same power—to die to self so that we can live for God.1