Each Easter morning I would wake to the thrill of finding some variation of eggs expertly hidden throughout our home. My three brothers and I would wait for the go ahead signal from our parents before beginning our hunt. Once found, we’d spend a good part of the day re-hiding them and finding them again.

I also remember our Easter baskets, filled with chocolate eggs, marshmallow bunnies, and my least favorite, Peeps. And, Easter wasn’t complete until we stuffed ourselves at our extended-family dinners. Oh, they were yummy!

Those early Easter memories are pretty special to me.

I can recall all six of us going to church on Easter morning, even though I couldn’t quite comprehend what was so special about this Sunday compared to the others. I understood this man, Jesus, was no longer in the tomb, but what did this have to do with me?

Maybe today you’re wondering the same thing.

What does Jesus’ empty tomb have to do with me?

The angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. Then go quickly and tell his disciples: ‘He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him.’ Now I have told you.” Matthew 28:5-7 NIV

I can’t quite put my finger on the year it all came together, but the truth of Easter became one that forever changed my life.

I somehow understood the sins of the entire world–even mine–were placed on Jesus. When He willingly died an awful death on a cross, all those sins, including mine–past, present, and future–were paid for. Jesus’ body was placed in a grave and it was sealed with a stone rolled in front of its entrance.

The grave couldn’t keep Jesus there.

God raised Jesus on Easter Sunday. And, for every person who believes this truth, the same power that raised Jesus from death lives in each one of us. It will raise us too. Even though our bodies may die, our souls will not. And we will forever live in the presence of Jesus, our Savior. Forever and ever, Amen!

So, what does Jesus’ empty tomb have to do with us?


What does Easter mean to me?

Because Jesus lives, I live.

I can live forgiven.

I can live free.

Free to be happy and joy-filled.

The peace of Jesus fills my life.

I can share that peace with others.

Hope is my reality.

Jesus is coming back for me and will take me with Him.

I will one day see those who have died before me.

What does Easter mean to you?

So, what does Easter mean to you?

I’d love to read your words below. And, if we believe differently, that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.

I still enjoy my favorite peanut butter eggs. I’ve continued the tradition of an egg hunt in our home each Easter, And, yes, even though our son is 20 years old, he still searched and found them in special hidden places here at home this morning. Attending Easter worship service together as a family was a beautiful gift, and Easter dinner with extended family was extra-special.

Easter is worth celebrating. Not only today, but every day! Happy Easter, my friend. Thank you for the honor of coming by the blog today. I pray we live in the resurrection of Jesus every day.



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