A time of eggs, rabbits and cherry blossom.
Lawnmowers, waking after a winter’s rest.
Holidays, hot-cross buns and yellow bonnets.
Celebrating fertility and new life.
Relief that the darkness of winter is
finally gone. Enjoying the sun of spring.
Yet in the centre of all this verdant life,
sits death.
The death of one man: one king: one God.
Jesus.
He who chose to die, beaten and bleeding.
Mocked and murdered. He wanted this.
He died as a sacrifice, for all of us.
He died to make us right with God our Father.
Three terrible, dark days he lay entombed.
But he knew. He beat it. He is stronger.
He died once and for all.
One for all.
And when the chocolate has been eaten,
the leaves fall defeated from the weary trees,
The darkness and chill of winter rules again,
I will still have hope.
When my knackered body finally gives up,
I know that I will still live, with my God.
The God who chose to die, who gave up his life.