I love Easter.

We fall down,
but we get up
We fall down
but we get up
For a saint is just a sinner
who fell down
and got up

I’ve fallen down a lot. Some of my falls were the just harvest of the crops I planted (pride, selfishness). Others have been simply a matter of rain falling on the just and the unjust. No matter the cause, I have had to pray, seek the lesson in the experience (even when the lesson was that sometimes bad stuff just happens for no reason), and get back up. I’ve had to get my bone marrow biopsy, take my medicine and get back up. I’ve had to take my child to therapy and get back up. I’ve had to wish those people who sought evil for me peace, put them out of my life, and get back up. I submitted my resignation and got back up. Walked away from love and got back up.

That’s why I love Easter. It is the time when life triumphs over death, when all of creation affirms the beauty God orchestrates as it comes into in an extraordinary symphony of color and sound. It’s the ultimate message that there is always hope, that you can always get back up again.