Well, Easter is over; at least, Easter Day services are done and it’s “get a latte and put on comfly clothes and maybe take a nap” time. For all of you who are church people, who in some way did something to help make this morning beautiful, thank you. Thank you, flower arrangers and communion setters. Thank you, sound system gal/guy, ushers, van drivers. Thank you, coffee hour servers who had double duty today. Thank you, bulletin stuffers and tenors, altos, basses, and sopranos, and organists, and choir directors, and custodians. Oh, God bless all the custodians. Thank you egg dyers, and banner makers, and families processing with azaleas and eggs. Thank you, all you who showed up. And thank you, all you who celebrated LIFE today.
I was a bit under the weather on Holy Saturday, and tentative about how I would be on Easter. Admittedly, it was a slow start, but by the time the second service began, it was all good. The sermon was early in the service, which meant that I got to worship without worrying for the last half. My colleagues offered a beautiful invitation and beautiful communion prayer. Our elders helped serve the bread and cup. And then the saints showed up.
The woman I’ve never seen before carrying up her sleeping toddler. The woman now using a cane, but by God she was here on Easter despite the recent stroke. The man who’s mother is dying more quickly than any of us would like. The person who is still a bit put out with me over a recent unpopular decision, who did not avoid my station but received the bread from me. The teenager who was just confirmed a few minutes earlier. The grandpa with his whole family in tow, even though they go to other churches they came with Dad today, because it’s Easter and because they miss their mom who died a few years ago. Our administrative assistant who makes so much run so smoothly, bringing her mom. The woman who prays without ceasing for all of us. My daughter. Her friend. The strangers, the leaders, the wondering, the wandering, and the lost. The saints showed up.
I had one critique after the service, from someone who doesn’t come that often. She regretted that in my sermon I didn’t mention that Jesus had risen. I thought I had, but perhaps too obliquely for her. All the same, whether or not anyone there thought Jesus showed up this morning, spanking-fresh and resurrected, I will tell you this: the saints showed up this morning. Thank you all.
And for good measure: He is risen! He is risen indeed.