Mom always made sure the Easter bunny brought white chocolate bunnies for my sister Julie, pecan eggs for me, and regular chocolate for Billy and Amy. And then there were the jelly beans and yellow peeps.
You may be a peep fan, but as far as I can determine they are proof we live in a flawed universe.
No peeps for me, yellow, pink, or any other color.
But then my mom scarred me for life–not by feeding me liver or brussel sprouts (which she did and it could have definitely done major damage, but so far, I am resisting therapy for that). No, by far the worst damage done by my mother was the new Easter clothes, particularly the emasculating burnt orange leisure suit.
It really existed.
I really had to wear it.
Can you feel my Easter pain?
(Laugh, Mom… You made Dad wear one too!)
A new friend asked me today what it was I desperately wanted to believe again?
This Easter weekend, please know I believe.
I believe in God the Father.
I believe in the Holy Spirt.
I believe in Jesus and his sacrificial death on behalf of sinners everywhere.
I believe in the goodness of God.
Somebody once suggested to me I needed to realize that God did not stop the Crucifixion of Jesus.
And the point seemed to be, that if God did not stop the death of His Son, there was no reason to stop the death of mine.
There is a huge difference here. The death of Jesus and His resurrection was a foregone conclusion. That was the plan. To redeem broken sinful man by the greatest of all sacrifices.
I am thankful for that.
I believe in the resurrection of the dead–I believe even now my son knows perfection first hand, up close, and personal.
And yet, I doubt. But my doubt is not about Cole or anybody else besides me.
Call me selfish or self-absorbed. I don’t care.
What I want to believe and know again with all of my heart is God’s love toward and protection of me. That God has my bests interests at heart.
That is my struggle.
Every fiber of who I am says God failed.
Or turned His back.
And I am not alone.
Those thoughts are felt and those words are expressed every day by countless others who cannot help but wonder why their lives are full of such pain and sorrow.
Like me, they want to believe and are searching even now for the faith, hope, and trust they want to put in the hands of God.
We still believe; we just have a few more doubts to wrestle with…
Les Ferguson, Jr.