For years -forever, I’ve celebrated Easter. Peanut butter eggs, pastels, and a spring version of tinsel, peppers my childhood memories. Similar to Christmas, my family had a few unique but delightful traditions for this holiday. Instead of eggs, my mother would and still does hide “nests.” Coffee filters filled with grass, candy, and quarters. I always compared my stash of goodies with those of my friends. I don’t know, my pile always looked better. They never got silver coins AND chocolate.
But there’s a bigger question about today. (Says someone who sincerely appreciates the Kit Kat and peanut butter egg for breakfast.)
Why do we actually celebrate  this day? What is it we are actually celebrating?  Let me tell you in a very personal way.
Just a few short weeks ago I entered my mom’s hospital room. It wasn’t the first time I had come close to loosing someone I love. Mom-mom and Pop-Pop passed away when I was a teen; but there’s no one on the planet like your momma.
She was non-responsive for the first few moments I was in there. She was flaccid, struggling to breath, and quite honestly looked pathetic. I felt there was little I could do for her. I knew I needed to do something for me. I snuggled into her bed, careful not to dislodge any IVs or disrupt any monitoring. I didn’t care if the nurse came in and found it awkward. I was just a kid who needed her mom.  That scene was a reflection of 30 years ago; me as a little girl, swarmed by the adoration of my parents, received by me in no better way then physical affection.
As I laid there I wept  silently. I felt so helpless and she seemed so distant from life, I found comfort in her shoulder and singing to myself.
Forever He is glorified. Forever He is lifted high.
His perfect love could not be overcome.
Oh death where is thy sting?
All through the struggle and darkest days I’ll remember the empty grave!
No guilt on life, no fear in death, this is the power of Christ in me. 
It it was through these lyrics, written by many believers, over decades of time, true in their meaning, and powerful in song, that I was reminded that death and loss were not in control.
It had been conquered.
He had crushed its head.
Eternity was waiting.
This life is fragile and feeble and short; but belief in the sacrifice of Jesus Christ for the atonement of my sins, and the fact the Christ was not overcome by death but is the Living God, gives us life eternal.
He is not fragile or feeble.
He reigns forever.
Before I can understand.
After my earthly life.
Beyond my imagination.
He will not be defeated by death. He can not be overcome. And because of his great compassion and mercy He has welcomed anyone into his family. To joy eternal. To reign with him forevermore. Beyond death.
He has proven his power.
The  grave IS empty.
We serve a RISEN Savior.
And that’s what we are celebrating.
Happy Resurrection Sunday.