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What’s next this spring? Easter!

Easter in a mask for 2020

Easter is not one day. Easter is a whole season. The Rev. Dwayne Bagley looks forward to the hope that Easter promises for all God’s children in 2020.


Superintendent, Greater Southwest District

My vantage point at the end of the 2020 Lenten season is not a view from an Upper Room. Yet, I can relate to the disciples huddled there after the death of their friend and mentor Jesus.

Each one of the twelve was harboring some unmet expectation when Jesus set his face like flint toward  Jerusalem and announced his longing to celebrate the Passover with them. Like them, I had different expectations in February as Lent began.  

I was going to do Lent “right” this year. It was a desire I felt but couldn’t define, something on the order of wanting to become more grounded so that I could reclaim a place to stand when reaching out.  Reading has helped me in the past, and this year I had determined that I would spend some time in the company of the twelve individuals who were gathered in Jesus’ inner circle. 

Clicking links on Amazon.com led me to a couple of titles that promised to unpack the lives of the Apostles and reveal what happened to them after the resurrection affirmed that the hope they put in Jesus was not after all was said and done, misplaced. I’m sure those books, providing accounts of Peter, James, John, and all the rest, would have prompted me to consider what it means to be a follower of Christ. I remain certain each time I see their titles peeking out from the pile of untouched volumes stacked next to the brown Lay-Z-Boy chair in our living room. 

Despite my attention to distractions and general lack of Lenten discipline, I’ve been graced with a rare gift this year. It’s a gift that I didn’t know that I wanted. I remain unsure of what to do with it. This year, I’ve been granted a rare insight into what it must have been like to be one of the twelve. That insight came to me without reading a word. 

I’ve often tried to put myself in their place as a way of explaining their actions, reactions, and inactions in response to the life, death, and resurrection of our Lord. Up ’til now, my efforts have always fallen short.  After all, reading about their context doesn’t necessarily place you within that context. And thinking about their circumstances doesn’t bring you to the point where you feel the weight of them bearing down. 

Now, without reading or thinking at all, I know what it feels like to be one of the twelve huddled in the darkness of Good Friday. This year I know what it feels like to wait for what’s next.

Just as wondering what’s next fills my wandering mind, it must have haunted the hearts of the disciples. There was no way for them to know what would unfold. All the indications suggested that it was likely to be nothing good. Half-remembered promises may have countered some of their darker thoughts. But a cloud of unknowing likely overshadowed any hope those promises lifted up.

I’ve felt shadows lengthen in similar ways during the last handful of days. The evening news recites a litany of losses that leads me to wonder what I will not say out loud. When will this present darkness break through my circle of acquaintances and touch the lives of those I love? There are warnings about worst weeks ahead and worse to come — none of which I am sure are to be believed. 

I know what I want to believe, however. I want to believe that I will see the goodness of the Lord in the Land of the Living and in the Valley of the Shadow. I want to believe that the words of the songwriter are true and to affirm even in my unknowing that: “to be absent from this body is to be present with the Lord.  And from what I know of Him that must be very good.” 

I want to believe that, when all of this is said and done, God will have the last word, and that word will be one of Hope. Hope triumphant. Hope unbroken and unbowed. Hope that comes when and where we least expect it, but just exactly when and where we need it most. Hope that doesn’t disappoint us, but which replaces all our expectations with joy.

In short, I want Easter to come. I want the Easter that comes for all God’s children left waiting for what’s next. I pray that you will join me in waiting for it with patience and anticipation.  

~ Are you struggling with the many uncertainties presented by the COVID-19 health crisis? A webinar series — COVID-19 Reset — is available to help you make your way toward a hopeful response.

Last Updated on October 31, 2023

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